i realized that no one, not even my mother or closest friends knows what i’m actually like in the inside of my head, and the only person who actually knows who i am is me
i saw a girl on tiktok who said "accountability is so important to me. nobody's perfect, but don't try to flip the script and make my reaction the issue when your actions lit the match" i felt this to the core.
"You look tired"
I'm so tired not even sleep can fix this
"How are you feeling"
I haven't felt anything in a while
"You're falling behind"
No I'm giving up
"You've been distant lately"
I'm fighting for my life rn
Telling someone to
“move on”
“just let it go”
“don’t dwell on it”
isn’t supportive.
It’s invalidating.
Healing doesn’t come from ignoring pain
it comes from feeling safe enough to fucking face it.
People imagine suicide as a single moment.
But often it’s a thousand tiny moments leading there.
The nights you whisper “I can’t do this.”
The mornings you wonder why you woke up.
The days you’re alive, but not really living.