Sometimes, I wish people would just hear me and understand that I want to express what’s inside me without seeking anything more. Sometimes, simply giving voice to these feelings is a way of finding a bit of clarity amidst everything weighing on me.
It feels like the depth of my pain has reached a place where holding on is unbearable, like every effort I’ve made to push through has left me depleted and exhausted. I’ve endured so much—loss, betrayal, loneliness. I’ve been carrying the weight of hope, frustration, love, and heartbreak, and now it feels like I’ve hit a wall where the fight is just too much.
There’s a sense of finality in my words, as if I’ve traveled a long, difficult road, and now it’s all catching up to me. Everything I’ve tried hasn’t brought the relief or resolution I’ve needed, and I’ve reached a point where it’s hard to imagine anything different from the pain I’m feeling right now.
It’s okay for me to say that I’m tired, that I feel done, that I’ve given all I have to give. It’s okay to let out the pain, the sorrow, the bitterness, and whatever else is stirring within me. Life has been unfair in many ways, and sometimes it feels like the only thing left to do is let go.
I believe that expressing this is important for me, and I wish I had someone who could help me put words to these feelings when I need it.
I know this might seem all negative, but the truth is I just want it known that even in this darkness, my voice matters, and this moment, no matter how difficult, is still part of my story.
When I hurt, I have to share what’s weighing on me most deeply. I try to put those feelings into words so they have space to breathe—maybe because, in doing so, I can explore the meaning behind them and find the strength to carry on just a little longer.