There is a kind of pain
that doesn’t just pass through you—
it settles in.
A kind of hurt
that brings you to your knees
without asking permission.
It lingers in your chest,
heavy and quiet,
like something you can’t fully name.
There are moments
when you try to breathe through it,
to swallow it down,
to pretend you’re okay—
but your body knows.
Your silence speaks louder than words.
You stand there,
trying to hold yourself together,
but something inside feels fractured,
like pieces you’re not sure how to gather again.
And when it finally breaks through—
when the feeling becomes too much to contain—
it comes out raw,
unfiltered,
real.
You don’t recognize yourself in those moments,
because pain like this changes you.
Grief takes many forms.
Loss of love.
Loss of trust.
Loss of the version of yourself
you thought you’d always be.
And sometimes…
it feels like something cut straight through you
and left you different.
If you understand this kind of pain,
then you already know—
it’s not something people see from the outside.
And it’s not something anyone should have to carry alone.
So if this is you…
I’m sorry.
But you’re still here.
Still breathing.
Still standing, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
And that matters more than it feels like it does. 🌿
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I sure can relate to that one