The Quiet Quorum

  Am I at peace or am I just numb? Am I truly happy? Or did I heal too much? It feels like I don't even know who I am and who I've become. But I miss the old me, I wish I could hug her. I miss the girl who cries in the middle of the night when no one could here her. I miss the girl whose best friend was her bed. I wish someone could have listened to her. She shouldn't have been called overemotional. And daily, I keep losing fragments of her. As I grew older, I realized that no one really cares. You have to stand up for yourself.

   I wander through life, trying to find my place in this chaotic world. Sometimes, I feel like I'm just a ghost drifting through the crowds, unseen and unheard. My mind is a maze of thoughts, emotions, and fears, making it hard to navigate the simplest tasks. I put on a mask to hide my true self, afraid of being judged or rejected. But the weight of this disguise is crushing me, suffocating my soul. I long to break free from this prison, to shatter the chains that bind me. In the silence of the night, I hear my heart whispering truths I dare not speak aloud. 'You are enough.' 'You are loved.' 'You are strong.' But when dawn breaks, the doubts creep back in, and I'm lost once more. I'm searching for a beacon in the darkness, a guiding light to lead me home. I know I'm not alone in this journey, that others are struggling to find their way too. Maybe, just maybe, we can find our path together, as we wander through the haze.