The cruelest thing about losing is that life doesnโt pause to let you grieve. It just keeps moving while youโre standing still trying to understand what happened.
Lost. Addicted. Depressed. Invisible. I wore all of it alone because I thought strength meant silence. It didnโt. It just meant I was suffering in a room nobody knew existed.
The scariest part of being overlooked isnโt that people donโt see you. Itโs that after a while, you start wondering if you were ever really there at all.
Twitter please see me today
Some mornings I wake up and have to convince myself that today is worth showing up for. I do it anyway. Nobody sees that fight. Nobody claps for it. But itโs the hardest thing I do.
Iโve failed so many times that people stopped asking how Iโm doing. Not because they donโt care. Because they already know the answer. That silence is its own kind of grief.