Silent Support

It’s a strange thing — to hear “I support you” spoken so freely, yet feel the absence where it should matter most.
No follows. No likes. No shares. No words left behind in the places I’ve poured my soul.

And I wonder… what does support mean if it doesn’t show up in action?
Is it admiration wrapped in silence?
Love with walls built high?
Envy wearing the mask of distance?
Or maybe a quiet fear of confronting their own reflection in the work I’ve made visible.

Support isn’t always applause. Sometimes it’s a shadow that hovers close but refuses to stand in the light. Sometimes it’s a boundary. Sometimes it’s a bruise of jealousy dressed up as indifference.

I try to remind myself — silence is still an answer. And the lack of engagement isn’t always a lack of care; sometimes it’s a mirror of where they are, not a reflection of my worth.

The truth is, love and envy can live in the same body. Admiration and resentment can coexist in the same heart. People can want the best for me while still struggling with what my growth stirs in them.

And that’s the complexity of support: it’s never just one thing.
It’s layered.
It’s messy.
It’s human.

But me? I’ll keep creating anyway — with or without the “likes.”
Because the deepest support comes from within, and my art doesn’t need permission to exist.