it’s actually terrifying how much my brain has changed since i stopped being a bookworm. it’s not just about the attention span, though that’s definitely gone
i can’t even sit still for ten minutes without reaching for a distraction.
but the bigger shift is how it feels like my inner world has gone grey. i’m not nearly as creative as i used to be and that quiet, calm headspace i used to have is just gone. i feel like i’ve lost my vocabulary and my ability to articulate how i actually feel, so everything i say feels surface level and repetitive.
even my curiosity feels stunted. i used to wonder about things for hours, but now if i don’t get an immediate answer, i just lose interest. it’s like i traded my imagination for a shorter fuse and a total lack of focus. my personality used to have so much more color and depth, and now it feels like i'm just reacting to things instead of actually thinking. i'm just trying to remember how to be that person again.
I told my therapist:
“I’m not suicidal…
but I’m tired in a way that scares me.”
She didn’t brush it off.
She didn’t say “everyone gets tired.”
She didn’t tell me to think positive.
She said softly:
One loved him through cruelty.
One loved him through patience.
Harry Potter chose the one who felt like home.
A Remedy for Shadows - angst, closure, and choosing safety over what could’ve been. 🌙
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