16/04/2025
No one really talks about this part of being an adultâThe part where youâre not exactly sad, but youâre also not okay.
Youâre not falling apart, but youâre not doing great either.
Youâre doing the daily things â waking up, going to work, taking care of people, holding it all together â and somewhere in between, you lose yourself.
Nothingâs really wrong.
But nothing feels completely right either.
Youâre not unhappy, but you canât remember the last time you truly felt joy.
Itâs like life turned from living to just getting by.
Youâre tired â not just physically, but emotionally.
Tired of being the strong one.
Tired of carrying the pressure, making the decisions, pretending everythingâs fine.
Tired of giving so much, and not even remembering the last time you received something back.
Itâs not that youâre ungrateful.
You just feel invisible sometimes.
Like your softness had to hide behind your strength.
Like youâve been holding on for so long, you forgot how it feels to feel light. Or free.
This isnât depression for everyone.
Itâs not dramatic. Not loud.
Just a quiet heaviness â a kind of emptiness you canât quite explain.
You miss the version of yourself who had dreams, passion, energy.
And deep down, you wonder⌠is this it?
But youâre not alone.
So many people feel this â they just donât talk about it.
Because itâs hard to explain something you donât fully understand.
If youâre in that space â the âIâm fine but not reallyâ space â I see you.
And I hope, soon, you feel something real again.
Not just the pressure to keep it all togetherâŚ
But the freedom to be yourself again.
Not just surviving â but slowly, truly, living.
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