Tonight I looked at an old photo and barely recognized the person smiling in it. He had plans. He complained about stupid things. He thought tomorrow was guaranteed. I miss that version of myself more than I can explain. 😑🧎
I have stopped counting how many times I've said “I'm okay” when I wasn't. It's easier than explaining the fear, the exhaustion, the memories, and the people I miss. Sometimes “I'm okay” really means, “I don't know how much longer I can carry this.”
Some nights I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm tired, but sleep doesn't come. Surrounded by people, yet somehow feel completely alone. You keep telling yourself to stay strong for everyone else. Sometimes you just wish someone would tell you that it's okay to not be strong.
I miss ordinary life more than I can explain. A quiet evening. A warm bed. Coffee without rushing. Sitting with someone I love and knowing I don't have to say goodbye tomorrow. You don't realize how precious normal life is until normal disappears. 😅🧎
The hardest thing to explain to someone at home is the waiting.
Waiting for news. Waiting for a call. Waiting for the next assignment. Waiting for the sound that tells you something has changed.
Sometimes the waiting is harder than the noise. 💙💛🇺🇦