It’s late. Everyone else is probably asleep. But my thoughts are still loud, my chest still feels heavy, and I’m just here — writing instead of sleeping. Some nights feel like this: not sad, not happy. Just… full. This is one of those nights.
🌙 Table of Contents
💤 What Kept Me Up
It started with one thought: *“Did I do enough today?”* Then it turned into all the things I haven’t finished, all the people I miss, all the versions of me I wish I could be already.
- ⌛ I scrolled way too long, hoping for silence
- 😶 I kept thinking of things I didn’t say earlier
- 📱 I waited for a message that never came
🫂 What I Wanted
I wasn’t even looking for answers. Just comfort. Maybe a voice. Maybe someone who would say “I’m still here” without me asking. Tonight, I just wanted someone to notice I wasn’t okay.
- A reply that feels warm, not robotic
- Someone saying, “Hey, you’re not invisible”
- Or just a moment of peace without overthinking
🔁 What I Heard in My Head
I replay things at night. Conversations I didn’t finish. Things I wish I never read. Songs I can’t stop looping. It’s like my brain is louder when the world is quiet.
- “You should’ve said this…”
- “Why did they say that?”
- “Am I just being too much again?”
But the truth is — I’m just tired. Not broken. Just… full.
🖤 What I’m Holding Onto
Even on nights like this, I’m still here. Still breathing. Still typing. That means something. I’ll hold onto that — even if it’s the only thing I can hold right now.
- I showed up to myself tonight
- I let the heavy feelings exist, without deleting them
- I wrote this — and maybe that’s enough
If you’re reading this and your chest feels heavy too — you’re not alone. Some nights we don’t need a solution. Just somewhere to exist softly. This post is mine. Let it be yours too.
