Today started calm. I ate. I drank coffee. I wanted peace. But even the quietest days can get heavy — not because of what I did, but because of how it felt. And sometimes, just writing it down makes it easier to carry.
💭 Table of Contents
- 🍠 My Morning Ritual
- 😔 The Word That Hurt
- 🏚 The Feeling of Staying In
- 🫂 What I Needed (But Didn’t Get)
🍠 My Morning Ritual
I had sweet potato for breakfast. Simple, warm, and soft — like comfort. Then coffee, the strong kind that hits fast. For a moment, I thought this might be a good day. It felt slow and okay. But that peace didn’t last.
- Sweet food, bitter drink — just how I like it
- Thought maybe I’d code something today
- Was hoping to keep my mind steady
😔 The Word That Hurt
I saw something on Yeetalk — someone said something cruel. Not even long. Just enough to sting. I don’t know why people throw words like that so casually, not knowing how deep it cuts.
- I wasn’t even part of the drama
- But suddenly I was the target
- And I didn’t know where to go after
🏚 The Feeling of Staying In
I’m always home. Every day. Every night. It’s safe, but it also feels like a cage when you’re alone too long. I looked for someone to talk to, but everything felt far away. No messages. Just silence.
- Stayed in my room, scrolling quietly
- Didn’t want to talk — but still wished someone would ask
- Even online felt unsafe today
🫂 What I Needed (But Didn’t Get)
I wanted safety. A voice. A place to hide. But sometimes all you get is a blank screen and a heavy chest. So I wrote instead. Maybe this blog is my safe space for now. Maybe that’s enough — even just for tonight.
- A hug. Even just a virtual one.
- Someone saying “you’re okay” and meaning it
- A reminder that I’m not invisible
If you’re reading this and you’ve ever felt the same — alone, tired, or hit by one word too many — I see you. You matter. I matter. We’re still here. And some days, that’s more than enough.
