Some people get asked if they want to be heard, hugged, or helped. Others just get left alone because they seem strong enough to handle it.

Been quiet lately. Not because I'm busy. Not for a lack of words. Just not sure where they'd be safe to land.

I don't need more things. I just need more time that's actually mine.

I miss the version of me who had time to overthink, romanticize life, and make playlists for moods that didn't exist.

No one talks about how hard it is to ask for help when you've built a whole identity around not needing any.