Journal entry #7
Today, I found myself reflecting on the weight of past connections—the ones that once brought joy but now leave echoes of loss in their wake. It’s strange how the mind works, replaying moments and revisiting faces we no longer see. Sometimes, it feels like trying to catch rain in a desert or climbing a steep mountain only to tumble back down.
But I’m learning something important: pain doesn’t mean permanence. Missing people, grieving the loss of what was, or even wrestling with our inner storms is human. It’s not a sign of weakness but a testament to how deeply we’ve loved and lived.
I used to believe my happiness relied on others—on their presence, approval, or reassurance. But life has gently taught me otherwise. It’s not about handing over my peace to another’s control. It’s about finding stability within myself, even when the world outside feels uncertain.
On hard days, when the heaviness feels too much to carry, I remind myself: it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to cry, to ache, and to let the pain surface. These emotions are not obstacles but pathways to healing. Writing helps—it clears the clutter in my mind and gives me a moment to breathe.
And as I Looking on these waves of memory and emotion, I hold onto a simple truth: what matters most is now. Not what could have been or should have been, but this messy, imperfect, and beautiful present.
Life may not always look perfect, but there’s power in embracing it as it is.
So, when my chest feels heavy with unspoken words or memories that linger, I whisper to myself: “You’re human. It’s okay to feel. And it’s okay to move forward at your own pace.”
Some days, that’s all the grace I need to keep going.
Love,
Chits
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