STILL HERE

Still Here

I don’t really know how this is supposed to start.
So I’m not going to pretend that I do.

This isn’t a story with a lesson.
It’s not something I’ve figured out.
It’s just where I am.

I’ve spent a lot of time lately feeling tired in a way that sleep doesn’t fix.
Not dramatic tired.
Just… worn.
Like something inside has been carrying more than it can put down.

From the outside, things probably look fine.
They usually do.
Life keeps moving. Conversations happen. Decisions get made.
But underneath that, there’s a quieter layer most people never see.

That’s the part I’m interested in here.

The part where you’re doing what needs to be done, but it still feels heavy.
The part where you wonder how other people make it look easier.
The part where you don’t need advice — you just need somewhere to be honest.

I don’t have answers.
I’m not offering solutions.
I’m just saying this out loud because it exists.

Some days feel steady.
Some days feel like I’m only just holding things together.
Both are true. Both count.

This is me, in the middle of it.
Not before. Not after.
Still here.

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