Sad. Lonely. A little depressed.
Some days carry a heaviness I can’t fully name, only feel. And that’s okay. Not every moment has to be painted with light. Sometimes acknowledging the shadows is part of the healing too.
I remind myself that even in this space, I’m still breathing, still showing up, still finding words to place on the page. That in itself is a quiet kind of hope.
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