๐ช๏ธ5 things you only see once the fog lifts
๐ฆโโฌ How pain robs memory.
Not just the big moments but whole weeks, months – a fog so thick you canโt even tell people what you did yesterday.
๐ฆโโฌ The fear of being seen too clearly.
Because if someone really looked, really listened, they might see how far you have already fallen.
๐ฆโโฌ The way depression makes you mean.
Not just sad – mean. Resentful. Short. Like there is not enough energy left to be kind.
๐ฆโโฌ The fear that if you stop fighting for even a second, you will never start again
And yet you are so tired of fighting.
๐ฆโโฌ The sadness after the noise.
When the worst passes and you expect relief – but feel even sadder. Like yesterday, inside the chaos, you hurt less than you do now that it is quiet.
