If you’ve made it this far, thank you for sitting in these words with me. Writing this s wasn’t about finding answers, it was about finally telling the truth out loud. The truth that love can be heavy. That gratitude can live beside grief. That anger doesn’t make us ungrateful; it makes us alive.
I wrote these page pieces in moments when I felt completely undone, when I needed to put language to the ache I kept swallowing. I know I’m not the only one who has felt that quiet rage, that bone-deep exhaustion, that pull between wanting to be okay and simply being honest. If any of these words found a place in you, I hope they remind you that you’re not alone.
We all carry something that doesn’t show. We all have days when the world asks for more than we have to give. And yet here we are, still trying, still showing up in small, imperfect ways. That is enough. You are enough.
If you’re reading this and you’re in your own version of the heaviness, I hope you give yourself the grace to sit in it. Feel it. Name it. You don’t have to rush your healing or silence your truth to make others comfortable. There is no timeline for becoming whole.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story with you. And if you feel moved to share yours, I hope you do. Whether it’s whispered into a journal, spoken to a friend, or written for the world to see- your voice matters.
The world needs it.
-Honest
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