Days pass, and Iโm there for them, but Iโm not in them. I wake up, move, talk, respond like a machine that learned how to imitate a person. Everything takes effort. Even things that used to matter feel distant, like memories that belong to someone else.
Pain is temporary if you face it, process it, and then choose to redirect your energy toward growth. Healing isnโt ignoring the hurt, itโs moving through it.
I keep hoping that one day the heaviness will lift, that Iโll wake up and feel something other than emptiness, but the truth is, every day feels the same, like Iโm trapped in a loop of pain I canโt escape.