16/05/2026
I knocked on many doors
with trembling hands,
with a storm in my stomach
and a frightened heart
beating against my ribs
like it wanted to escape me.
I searched in people,
in conversations,
in answers dressed as advice.
I kept running outward
every time life tightened its grip around me.
And then life grew louder.
Heavier.
Until even running became exhausting.
So I sat down.
With the fear.
With the ache.
With tears that did not ask permission
before falling.
And for the first time,
I did not try to silence them.
I simply stayed.
And slowly,
like rain passing through dark clouds,
the feeling moved through me.
Nothing had changed.
Yet everything had.
Because in that moment
I realized—
if I still have the time to sit with myself,
if I can still breathe through this moment,
then perhaps
everything is already okay.
The sorrow was carrying yesterday.
The fear was borrowing tomorrow.
But life—
life was only ever asking me
to return here.
To this breath.
To this moment.
To myself.
