Sometimes I think about the possibility that you’re already out there.
Not searching. Just… living.
Going about your days with a soft ache you can’t quite name.
Maybe you don’t know I exist. Maybe you never will.
But I’m here. Quietly. Open.
If you’re here too, that’s enough for now.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨.I don’t need to kick things often.But when I do, I’m glad I have these on. They remind me strength doesn’t need volume.Just purpose—and maybe steeltoes.
𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨… 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙠. This quote means a lot to me. I have an allergy to “therapy-speak”, but this… this is the real deal. She’s describing real self-work. I’ve spent the last year learning what I think, working out what I feel, unlearning what’s not…
You’re not broken.You’ve just been braced for too long. A man who sees that won’t rush to fix you.He won’t offer tools.He’ll offer space. The right kind of space rewires everything.And the ones who get that—really get it—don’t come in trying to fix you.They make the space feel safe enough to take the brace off….
To the women who’ve ever felt like too much for someone emotionally quiet:I wasn’t overwhelmed.I just didn’t know how to hold you yet.I do now.
𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵.𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻.
I’ve watched people cling to apologies because hope feels safer than grief.But grief is honest. It frees you.Hope is beautiful, but not every situation—or every person—deserves yours.
