The days i can’t go
The story
Some days, I convince myself I’m fine that I’m exaggerating, that I’m seeking attention, that I should just be braver. Other days, the truth slips out quietly: I’m not okay.
Not broken.
Not hopeless.
Just not okay.
I’ve ignored that truth for a long time, hoping it would fade. It didn’t. It waited. And now it shows up in my body, in my sleep, in the days I can’t make myself go.
I don’t want to disappear from my life.
I don’t want anxiety to decide for me.
I just want someone even myself to believe that what I’m feeling is real, even if it doesn’t look dramatic from the outside.
Maybe this chapter isn’t about weakness at all.
Maybe it’s about how long I’ve been strong without being held.
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Let me tell you something—it's perfectly alright to feel that way. Everyone experiences moments where they can't make themselves "go," and it's not a matter of seeking attention or exaggerating feelings.
It seems like you're grappling with some heavy feelings, and it's completely valid to acknowledge them instead of brushing them aside...
The journey of recognizing your own emotions and understanding that they are real, even if not outwardly visible, is crucial; this isn't about being weak—it's simply human. It's okay to seek support and have those around you understand what you're going through—it doesn't diminish strength but enhances authenticity.