It’s one of those nights again—quiet outside, but so loud in my head. The kind of night where I feel a little hollow, a little unsure. Where sleep feels far away, and the weight of everything I’ve been carrying decides to echo louder. The “what ifs,” the “am I doing enough,” the flashes of old memories, and the fear of tomorrow all come knocking at once. I’ve been feeling a bit empty lately. Not broken, just… not full. And in that emptiness, I find myself questioning everything. My path. My worth. My energy. My joy. Like the quote says, even the things I once prayed for now feel heavy. The places I called home feel distant. The spark I used to carry around feels dimmer. But even in this noise, I want to pause. To take a deep breath. To remind myself that I’ve made it through so much. That I’ve walked through fire and still came out with a soft heart. That I’ve survived more than I give myself credit for. Maybe the night isn’t here to break me, but to remind me I’m still healing. Still ...
When one doesn’t have the things that one loves, one must love what one has.