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I Was Not Helping Them— I Was Just Drowning Myself
I Stopped Playing the Superhero
Growing up, peace was something I never experienced in my house.
It was more of a fictional concept for me.
My father was always loud, angry and unpredictable. My home never felt like home to me.
It was a place where I tiptoed, where silence was heavy and shouting was a part of the daily routine.
I thought if I just stayed quiet, fixed things, kept everyone happy—maybe would be okay. I sort of, became the peacemaker, someone who is the absorber of storms.
I told myself it was love. That if I could just give enough of it, maybe he would change, maybe the screaming would stop.
It only paused , when I got good grades as per his wish.
Years passed eventually, and I kept wearing that invisible cape.
I thought being the savior for everyone meant I was strong.
But what I did not realise was, deep down inside, I was falling apart. I was barely surviving.
