Life and Everything In Between

Posted on: June 16, 2025

Too often, people expect us to “move on” quickly from things that shatter us. A breakup, a miscarriage, childhood trauma, or even the silent battles we fight with self-worth – they don’t come with expiration dates.

Over the years, I’ve come to understand—
healing is not a given, it’s a choice we whisper to ourselves in the dark.
Some wounds… they do not close.
How do I know?
Because I have worn them like second skin.

I’ve dwelled in the shadowed corners
where the soul begs to vanish,
where pillows catch the weight of voiceless screams,
where prayers rise not in faith,
but in desperate silence.

I’ve known the fire of anger that burns without warmth,
the ache behind the question—why me?
And I’ve awakened to mornings
that felt like mourning,
bones heavy with invisible grief,
heart searching for a reason
to keep moving forward…
and finding none.

Yet somehow, even this is a kind of strength—
the breathing through pain,
the trembling stillness,
the choosing to live even when you can only exist.