What If You’re Still Hurting… While Everyone Else Has Moved On?

Some things happened.

They changed me.

And while I was still trying to understand it all, the world kept going.

And I was just… stuck.

I wake up and feel heavy sometimes, like there’s something pressing down on me, even when nothing’s really wrong around me.

I get through the day, I do what I have to, but inside, it’s quiet and loud at the same time.

Like I’m there, but not really.

Time is moving. People have moved on. But part of me is still stuck in the moment when everything changed.

I have changed places. I have changed how I talk, how I act, and how I respond. But I haven’t changed how I feel.

People have stopped asking if I’m okay. Maybe they think I’ve “moved on” too. I let them think that. It’s easier than explaining.

Sometimes at night, I wonder what my life would be like if things had gone differently.

If I had a choice.

If I were heard.

If things were fair.

But those thoughts don’t go anywhere. So I turn over and try to sleep.

I don’t have a big message.

I thought I wouldn't have a clear ending, but now I do.

I’m not writing this to say I’m healed or better.

I’m just writing this because I’m still in the middle of it.

Still carrying things no one sees.

Still trying to figure out what to do with all of it.

And maybe that’s okay, for now : )