Silent storm

Funny how others project their own stories onto you when a wave of inner chaos hits out of nowhere—at a family gathering, at work, anywhere. One moment you’re fine, and the next you’re quietly shutting down for a bit, just trying to steady yourself and sort through the sudden rush of feelings. You’re minding your own business, breathing through it, when people start whispering: Who does she think she is? She’s acting strange. Poor thing. They have no idea it has nothing to do with them. Their reactions  are just reflections of themselves