The Versions of Me That No One Saw-Actually none

 There are versions of us the world never sees.

The ones we carry quietly. The ones that exist in silence.
They don't have selfies, no captions, no likes — just memories.
But they are the most real, the most raw, and the most powerful parts of us.

The Version That Smiled Through Pain

Ever laughed so hard with your friends, and then cried the moment you were alone?
That version of me — the one who wears a smile like armor — is a warrior.
I don’t want pity. I just want to be understood without needing to explain.

The Version That Stayed Strong for Everyone Else

I checked in on others, made them feel better, carried their worries.
But when was the last time someone asked how I was, really?
I became the strong one, not because I never broke — but because I had to heal quietly and move on, again and again.

The Version That Had to Let Go Without Closure

I loved. Deeply. Silently the every time.
And when it ended, there was no drama. Just silence.
I just sat with all my unsaid words, scrolled past old memories, and still chose to wish them well — even when I was left with nothing but ache.

The Version That Almost Gave Up

There were days I didn’t want to try or do anything anymore — when getting out of bed felt like a war.
But I did. Maybe slowly. Maybe with tears.
But I showed up. That version of me deserves a whole chapter in your story.

The Version That Chose Themselves

At some point, I literally stopped waiting for people to show up, for texts to be sent, for apologies to arrive.
I made peace with being at my own home.
I just learnt to sit with my own unsaid feelings, cook for myself, take that walk alone, buy that coffee and say, “This is enough.”
That was the day I became my own person.

The Quiet Versions Are the Bravest

We all have versions of ourselves that no one saw — the midnight thinker, the silent forgiver, the dreamer who was told to be realistic, the broken heart that still chose love again.

You carry so many stories within you. You are more than your Instagram feed, more than your resume, more than how others describe you.

You are a universe — made of scars, survival, softness, and strength.

So here’s to the versions of us that no one saw...
but we remember them. And we are here today because of them.

And maybe that’s enough.