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@thingsidontsayblog
hi.
this blog is for the things
i don’t say out loud.
depression.
anxiety.
memories that don’t really leave.
some days it’s heavy.
some days it’s quiet.
but i’m still here.
if you’re feeling it too,
you’re not alone.
The Things That Stay — Part 5
The People Who Stayed
i spent so much time
thinking about
the people who left
that i almost forgot
to notice
the people who didn't.
—
the ones who answered.
the ones who listened.
the ones who stayed
through the bad days.
—
maybe that's part of healing.
—
learning to stop measuring life
by who disappeared.
and start appreciating
who remained.
—
some people leave.
that's true.
—
but some people
stay.
and that matters too.
The Things That Stay — Part 4
Scars
scars are strange.
—
they are proof
that something happened.
but also proof
that something healed.
—
for a long time
i only saw
what hurt me.
—
now
i'm starting to notice
what survived.
—
maybe that's what scars are.
not reminders
of what broke us.
—
reminders
that we didn't stay broken.
People Who Make Silence Safe
there are people
who make silence
feel heavy.
—
and then there are people
who make silence
feel safe.
—
people who don't need
constant conversation
to remind you
that they're still there.
—
people whose absence
doesn't feel like abandonment.
—
i didn't know
that kind of connection existed
until i found it.
—
and now
i'm learning
that comfort
can be quiet too.
The Weight of Maybe
i think
the hardest word
is maybe.
—
maybe they're upset.
maybe they're leaving.
maybe i misunderstood.
maybe i meant more.
maybe i meant less.
—
it's a small word.
just five letters.
—
but i've carried it
like a suitcase
full of worst-case scenarios.
—
sometimes
i wonder
how much lighter life would feel
if i stopped unpacking it.
The Day I Forgot to Be Afraid
it happened by accident.
—
i laughed.
answered messages.
went about my day.
—
and somewhere
between one moment
and the next,
i forgot to be afraid.
—
i forgot to prepare
for the worst.
forgot to check
for warning signs.
forgot to expect
the ending.
—
it only lasted
a little while.
—
but it was enough
to remind me
that fear
doesn't own
every part of me.
Seen at 2:14 PM
it said "seen."
that's all.
—
a tiny word
on a screen.
nothing dramatic.
nothing unusual.
—
and yet
my mind built
an entire story around it.
—
they're upset.
they're pulling away.
i said something wrong.
it's starting again.
—
hours later
the reply came.
normal.
kind.
completely ordinary.
—
but anxiety
never waits
for the facts.
The Apology I Never Got
for a long time
i thought healing meant
getting an explanation.
an apology.
a conversation
that finally made sense
of everything.
—
but some people leave
before they understand
the damage they caused.
and some people
understand it perfectly
and leave anyway.
—
i think that's what hurts.
not just what happened.
but knowing
the words i needed
might never come.
—
so i'm learning
to stop waiting
at a door
no one is coming back to open.
The Things That Stay — Part 3 Hope
hope is strange.
—
it survives things
i'm not sure it should.
—
it survives bad days.
empty rooms.
old memories.
the nights
that seem determined
to last forever.
—
it gets quieter sometimes.
harder to find.
easier to doubt.
—
but somehow
it never disappears completely.
—
even after everything,
there is still a part of me
looking toward tomorrow
like it expects
something good.
—
i don't know
where that part comes from.
—
but i'm grateful
it stayed.
The Things That Stay — Part 2 Fear
some fears stay longer
than the people who gave them to us.
—
long after the goodbye.
long after the silence.
long after the wound
should have healed.
—
they settle in quietly.
become habits.
become instincts.
become the voice
that asks
what if it happens again?
—
and before you know it,
you're preparing for loss
that hasn't happened.
watching for signs
that aren't there.
—
i think that's the hardest part.
not what happened.
but how long
the fear remains.
—
still,
i'm learning
that fear can stay
without being in charge.
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
— Oscar Wilde
The Things That Stay — Part 1 What Stays With Us
some things leave.
people.
places.
versions of ourselves.
—
but some things stay.
memories.
fear.
hope.
the things we learned
the hard way.
—
i think healing
is figuring out
which things deserve
to stay with us.
Seen
i didn't realize
how much energy
i spent being understood
incorrectly.
—
until someone
understood me.
—
really understood me.
—
not the version
i edited.
not the version
i softened.
not the version
i thought people wanted.
—
just me.
—
and for a moment
it felt like setting down
a weight
i didn't know
i was carrying.
—
because there's something healing
about being seen
and not having to apologize
for what someone finds.
“Her eyes are classic novels and poetry.”
— Isaac Marion
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Even a delayed train still reaches its destination. Your train is late, not lost. Keep going, the destination is still yours.