Bear Blog Draft: "I Don’t Trust the Flute"
Because every hand outstretched came with strings attached.
I didn’t even know what the word “tinnitus” meant until someone else named what I’d been dragging for years.
They gave it a word. I gave it a silence I didn’t complain about.
PTSD? Sure. That’s the label they stamped on me. But that ain’t the full story.
They don’t talk about how you learn to live without asking. How every “you okay?” sounds like a trap. How every offer of help feels like bait on a hook because nothing’s free— not comfort, not care, not even quiet.
I’m too wary for fairy tales. Too seasoned for saviors. I’ve seen what “support” looks like when the mask slips.
So yeah— maybe I don’t reach out. Maybe I don’t open up. But I’m still here. Still functioning. Still dangerous.
Call it paranoia. I call it survival instinct.
I’ve walked through too many games to let myself be played like a flute.
I’ll take my refund, stack it quietly, and never owe them a song.
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