#inner_battle

I don’t destroy myself loudly. There are no explosions, no dramatic exits. Just a slow erosion— choice by choice, silence by silence. I wear it like a habit. Like something familiar I reach for when I don’t know what else to do with my hands. Old patterns feel safer than unfamiliar hope. I sabotage gently. Miss the calls that might save me. Stay where I know I’ll be hurt because at…

I’ve tried— God, I’ve tried— to outrun the parts of me that keep dragging me back into the places I swore I’d never return to. I’ve run until my lungs burned, until my thoughts blurred, until the world around me felt farther away than my own heartbeat. But no matter how fast I go, no matter how far I push, I always find myself waiting at the finish line. I can’t outrun myself. Not…