One never knows the weight trauma leaves in the body-until years later. Here, I share the pain that shaped how I moved, who I trusted, what I feared, and who I became. These are echoes and aftershocks of what was done, what was buried, and what my body stills remembers. Not every scar is visible, not every wound healed. I write to name it, feel it, and loosen its grip-because it no longer gets to define me.