Those eggshells you walk on to keep the peace only get louder, the more you avoid why you have to walk on them in the first place. Sweep them up, pour them in the middle of the room, and refuse to ever bend to someone else’s breaking ever again. Even your own. You’re bigger than the trauma that you learned to walk around, for fear you may wake a monster you know well. Walk straight through it, babe. It is the only way.