okay… here goes;
my friend once told me that the strongest people are usually the ones who never got the love they deserved at the age they needed it most.
they grew up learning to be their own comfort. they became the ones who check on others because nobody checked on them.
they mastered resilience not because they wanted to be strong, but because every time they reached out,
no one reached back.
they laugh the loudest, because silence reminds them of every room they cried in alone. they give the best advice, because they had to heal themselves without directions.
they are soft, painfully soft even though life taught them hardness first.
and the saddest part?
you meet them today and think:
“wow, you’re so independent.” but you’ll never see the little kid inside who prayed for at least one person to choose them… and stay.
there are people you know right now who carry their entire world alone, and you will never notice until it crashes.
oh well, that’s none of your business.
but maybe it should be.🫶🏽
If pain has changed you, let it change you gently.
Don’t let it harden you. Let it humble you instead.
You may not see the wisdom in it just yet, but one day you’ll realise it was shaping something beautiful within you all along.
Adulting is overwhelming. Trying to pay bills.While trying to clear debts. While trying to save. While trying to heal. While trying to stay positive. While dodging obstacles life keeps throwing. While trying to live right. While forcing a smile even when it feels impossible.
no one talks about the personality shift as you get older. where you no longer want to be impressive, you want to be rested. you want to be regulated and completely unavailable to anything that drains you
Lately, I’ve been seeing my life as a series of letting go—people, places, dreams. All of them slipping through, as if my hands were never made for holding. I watch them drift, one after the other, and wonder when the losing ends and the keeping begins.