Thinking

2 days ago
1 min read

Since returning from LA and having time to think, I’ve realized there have been so many sad and disappointing things over the past few years that it’s been hard to find any kind of silver lining. At some point, I think I just started accepting it all, and somewhere along the way, I lost a piece of who I used to be… someone stronger, more certain. I feel like I ran out of fight because it’s been two steps forward, three steps back for a long time. And honestly, I’ve been feeling defeated.

But after talking with Sheila and actually spending time with friends, I’m starting to realize that keeping everything to myself, processing it only in therapy or alone, isn’t enough anymore. Whether it’s smart or not, I feel like I need to say what I want to say. To say what happened. To say how I feel. To call things out instead of quietly carrying it all.

I don’t think everything is drama. Sometimes it’s just the truth finally finding its way out.