Abyss to Light

Dear Prabyss (praveen in abyss),

I see you clear. You have the most noblest of intentions.

You were the one who helped me survive when clarity felt dangerous.

You made chaos feel like home — because it was easier than standing tall and being seen.

You whispered, “Just one more loop. One more retreat. One more numb night. One more dull day”

And I listened. Because part of me needed the cover.

Needed to not be responsible for more.

Needed to delay stepping into the bigness I sensed inside me.

It suited me for the glorious coward I was.

But now — I know.

This cycle isn’t protection anymore. It’s poison.

What once kept me safe now keeps me small.

And I am not here to shrink. I am not here to rehearse my potential.

I thank you for your service. I honor your intentions.

But I no longer serve you.

From this moment on, I choose:

• Action over abstraction.
• Embodiment over overthinking.
• Visibility over the seductive safety of invisibility.

You may still whisper sometimes. That’s okay.

But I am walking forward anyway.

Goodbye, Prabyss. I release you with love.

— Praveen