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 growing. Still human.
So tonight, I won’t rush to fix the emptiness. I’ll sit with it. Hold it gently. Cry with it and whisper to it what I often forget to tell myself:
“You’re doing your best. And that is enough.”
Love,
Chits
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