Jun 28
No one tells you that- losing yourself is quiet.
It happens under expectations, under applause, under the steady weight of being watched. You become careful and start living like you’re being graded. Judgement sits like a second spine on your chest. Stress hardens into habit, and one day you realise you don’t remember the sound of your laugh anymore. Not because joy left loudly, but because it slipped away while you were trying to survive. You’re baffled by how empty you’ve become. The lively soul no longer seeks for the sun.
Nothing shattered. You simply thinned out, until there was barely enough of you left to notice.
