Breaking Point

She wasn’t just yelling — she was releasing years of pressure, frustration, and pain. Every crack in her voice carried the weight of battles no one saw, the kind of fights people pretend don’t exist.

This wasn’t weakness. It was release. A human breaking point turned into fuel. The fire inside her wasn’t about destruction anymore — it was about taking back control.

Her scream said what words never could: I’m done holding it in.