Being lost isn’t not knowing where to go. It’s waking up to find the map no longer exists. The silence isn’t peaceful - it’s the conversation that never happens, the hug that never comes, and the person who should still be here. The days are passing by, but time is still frozen.
My life is measured in three-month increments: breathe, scan, wait, repeat. It teaches you how to live in the space between gratitude and fear. Healing is hard, living scan to scan is harder. Three months at a time, thats how some of us survive.