I’ve started appreciating days where nothing dramatic happens. no bad news, no stressful interactions, no overwhelming thoughts. just a normal, quiet day where everything is calm. those are the days that actually feel like rest.
I stopped thinking that I was too much for people and started realizing that they just not enough for me. The love of my life would never make me feel like I’m too much, so…
the disappointment i feel after being vulnerable is not rooted in the act of opening up but in the realization that sincerity is often received with far less care than it takes to offer it. there is something profoundly disorienting about exposing the most fragile parts of yourself only to discover that the person listening did not hold them with the same gravity you carried them with.