One of the loneliest feelings is becoming quieter while everyone assumes you’re okay. You still answer. Still show up. Still smile when needed. But inside, you’re slowly pulling away from everything because existing has started to feel heavy. And nobody notices because you never became “

Some people don’t know how to ask for help out loud. So they search: “poems that hit deep” “books for heartbreak” “reading passages for when life feels heavy” trying to feel understood without having to explain the pain first. That’s who I wrote Letters to the Me I Haven’t Met Yet for.