You said something small.
A joke. A passing comment.
It landed differently than you expected.
They went quiet. Something shifted behind their eyes. You kept talking but the air had changed.
We speak from our own context.
They hear from theirs.
You don't know what battles they're fighting. What old voices your words just echoed.
A throwaway line can strike a wound you never knew existed.
This isn't about walking on eggshells.
It's about remembering that words carry weight you can't see.
Speak with care.
Not because you're fragile.
Because they might be.
