Nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live between “things will get better” and “I can’t do this anymore.” It’s a quiet battle between hope and exhaustion. One moment you’re holding on, believing brighter days are coming and the next you’re wondering how much more you can carry. It’s waking up with faith and going to bed feeling defeated, existing somewhere between healing and hurting. And maybe the hardest part is not knowing which version of yourself you’ll wake up as tomorrow.
Just detach. Let it end. Accept whatever life brings your way. Not everything is meant to last, and not every story gets a happy ending. Loosen your grip. Stop forcing what no longer fits. Make peace with what's over and allow yourself to breathe again.