The Mourning And the Deafening Silence
I used to crave the quiet.
I would dream and wish for a moment all to myself in peaceful tranquility. No noise. No people.
Now the quiet is my torment.
The Version of You Built For This
When life falls apart, strength does not always look like pushing forward. Sometimes it looks like stillness, reflection, and learning to imagine a different future before you know how to reach it. This piece is about burnout, survival, and the quiet beginning of reinvention.
