01 Aug 2026 ⏳
I think I've been carrying this sadness for so long that sometimes I wonder who I would be without it.
It's been with me through every goodbye, every heartbreak, every version of myself that slowly faded away.
At some point, it stopped feeling like pain. It stopped feeling like a wound that needed healing.
It quietly became the place I returned to the only thing that never left.
People left.
Love left.
Dreams changed.
Even parts of me disappeared. But this grief stayed.
And maybe that's what hurts the most.
Not just that I've been sad, but that I've learned to call this sadness "home."
I don't know who I am without it anymore. I learned how to survive inside the pain long before I ever had the chance to learn how to live without it.
And maybe the hardest part isn't letting go of the grief it's believing there's still a version of me waiting on the other side, one that remembers what peace feels like, even if I don't right now.










