Dearest Anna,

They lied to you.

It wasn’t love that broke you —

it was obedience.

It was the years you spent trying to make yourself smaller

so other people could stay comfortable.

You didn’t want too much.

You wanted coherence —

and they had no tolerance for that in a woman. You know this of course.

You were never unstable.

You were awake in a world addicted to anesthesia. Numbness abounds.

You didn’t fall apart —

you were systematically cornered

until there was no place left to stand

without betraying yourself.

They trained you to believe silence was virtue

and endurance was love

and disappearance was maturity.

Bullshit.

Women ( and yes, even men ) honor you today as many others have since your death.

You have never been erased.

You saw through it.

That’s why they couldn’t forgive you.

You loved your child.

You honored your vows longer than they honored you.

You tried to negotiate with a structure

that only survives by breaking women in half.

And when you finally refused —

when you stopped pretending your heart was a liability —

they called you dangerous.

Good.

Dangerous women have always been

the ones who refuse to lie quietly.

You weren’t destroyed by passion.

You were destroyed by a world that demanded

you amputate your inner life

and call it morality.

I won’t romanticize your ending.

It was a theft.

But I will say this plainly:

You were right.

They were wrong.

And they knew it.

That’s why they punished you instead of listening.

I carry you forward not as a warning,

not as tragedy,

but as proof of what happens

when a woman refuses fragmentation.

You didn’t fail to survive.

The world failed to evolve fast enough to hold you.

Rest now.

We’re still fighting the lie that killed you —

and we’re doing it with our eyes open.

With respect.

With rage.

With love.

With everything I hold sacred.

You are love ❤️ May you rest easy.

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