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The Story I Was Never Supposed to Tell

  • Writer: thewildmedeina
    thewildmedeina
  • Aug 3
  • 2 min read
Young woman with glasses in floral top sits outdoors by trees and a fence. Text above reads "The Story I Was Never Supposed to Tell."

A Sacred Collaboration with Rylin Rossano! ✨


I had the honour of being a guest on Rylin’s beautiful & inspiring podcast (coming out soon!) and I also invited her to write a guest blog because her story is full of magic and truth. Read her words below, and keep an ear out for our conversation  ✨here✨!



The Story I Was Never Supposed to Tell

 

I used to believe that survival meant silence.


That if I could just hold it together—smile, succeed, shrink when necessary—maybe no one would notice the chaos humming beneath my skin. I was the strong one. The responsible one. The girl who kept going. I had a body that broke down young, a heart that shattered early, and a softness I kept trying to bury so the world wouldn’t mistake it for weakness.

 

But the truth is, silence is a kind of erasure.

And the story I was scared to tell? That was the one I needed most.

 

When I finally started writing, not for approval but for freedom, everything cracked open. My body still hurts some days. My heart still aches in familiar places. But now I get to hold space for that instead of running from it. I get to take up space instead of apologizing for my existence.

 

Storytelling became a reclamation. A mirror. A map.

 

Because every time I wrote down what I thought would destroy me, I found out it was actually the thing that could set someone else free.


We are not here to be palatable. We are not here to live small. And we are never here to water ourselves down just so we can be digestible to the people who only know how to love half-healed versions of us.


I’m no longer trying to fit into boxes I was never meant to enter. Chronic illness taught me that rest is sacred. Heartbreak taught me that softness is a superpower. And healing taught me that the most radical thing I could do was tell the truth.

 

So this is me telling you:

Your story is not too messy.

Your voice is not too loud.

Your softness is not too much.

 

You are allowed to take care of yourself first.

You are allowed to be the girl who lived—and the girl who wrote it all down after.

 

This isn’t just a survival story.

It’s a becoming.

 

And I’m still becoming, too.

 

— Ry 🌷



About the Author:


Rylin Rossano is an author, podcast host, and wellness storyteller writing her way through healing, heartbreak, chronic illness, and girlhood survival. She is the creator of Take Care of Your Body by Ry, a global podcast rooted in softness and self-advocacy, and the author of Once Upon a Time I Survived Myself, a memoir-meets-manifesto for the girls who held it all together when no one noticed they were falling apart. She believes in healing in public, softness as rebellion, and rewriting the story you were told to shrink inside.


Take care of your body by ry on all podcast platforms 


Grab her “Once Upon The Time I Survived Myself” book 📖 HERE 📖

 
 
 

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