Some goodbyes don’t come with closure. Some losses aren’t loud. And some endings — even if they weren’t real, even if they lived only in our minds or screens or hearts — still leave us grieving. We attach. To people. To stories. To dreams. We walk with characters, live inside chapters, get entangled in slow …
There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show on your face. It’s not loud. It doesn’t cry in public. It just sits there — quietly — in your chest. Heavy. Like you’re breathing through wet cotton. You’re not falling apart exactly. But you’re not okay either. You’re just… still standing. Barely. Sometimes, that’s what …
Some days, it just hits. Not like a storm, not like a crash. But like a quiet undoing. You’re lying there. Not really crying. Not really sleeping. Just… drained. Done. There’s this weight in your chest, but you’re too tired to name it. You try to trace what exactly is wrong, but your brain can’t …
Sometimes, it starts so quietly, you don’t even realise what’s happening. You begin adjusting. Toning yourself down. Not to deceive—but to connect. To be liked. To be chosen. To not feel so… alone. You say yes when you mean no. You ignore what hurts. You twist yourself into someone easier to accept. And over time, …
It’s not loud. Not dramatic. It’s just that moment when you’re saying something and they look away. Or change the subject. Or act like you’re taking too long. And you notice. Even if you pretend not to. You feel yourself pull back. You don’t mean to. It just happens. A small part of you shuts …
Sometimes people say they’re “keeping the peace” when really, they’re just hiding the war. They go quiet. They swallow their words. They build walls and call it love. But silence isn’t always healing. Sometimes it’s just a slow erosion. A slow burning. A slow goodbye. We tell ourselves that if we don’t talk about it, …
You know what you should be doing. What would help. What would move you forward. But you don’t do it. You stall. You scroll. You talk yourself out of it. You cling to what’s familiar, even when it hurts. You say you’ll start tomorrow. Or Monday. Or when you “feel ready.” But you’re never really …
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There’s a strange kind of panic that rises when you realize you don’t know something you should know. You’re in a conversation, and someone says something unfamiliar. Your mind races. Do I ask? Do I nod? You choose the nod, hoping they don’t notice the confusion flashing in your eyes. You’re in a new place, …
In a world that seems to measure worth by how much you do, the idea of simply sitting still – without tasks, without proving or performing – can feel foreign, even unsettling. We’re trained to keep moving, to fill every moment with something productive, as if the absence of activity is somehow a void that …
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