Tonight, I Miss the Old Me
I don’t know when I changed. Somewhere between learning to survive and learning to stay silent, I misplaced pieces of myself.
I don’t miss who I was — I miss how gently I existed.
Diary
Unfiltered thoughts. Quiet nights. Pages no one interrupted.
I Didn’t Say It Out Loud
I held the words in my mouth until they softened. Some truths are too fragile for sound.
Silence felt kinder than explanation.
Healing Looked Quiet Today
No breakthroughs. No tears. Just breathing without bracing myself.
Maybe that counts too.