#silentstruggles

And if not, it's okay. You'll get there ❤️‍🩹

you know what's hard to sit with wanting something so much it physically hurts and having absolutely nothing to show for it yet no sign no movement no confirmation just the wanting and the waiting and the hoping it isn't foolish

it isn't foolish trust me...it isn't

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I stare in glass, at hollow grace,

A face the world will not embrace.

No stars, no spark, no gentle glow,

Just eyes that scream, “I’ll never show.”

They don’t write songs for eyes like mine,

No metaphors, no sacred shrine.

No one gets lost in this blank sea,

No hearts undone. No poetry.

I’ve seen the girls with sugar lids,

With lashes long like fairytale fibs.

They blink, and men forget to breathe—

I blink, and all the dreams just leave.

So leave it there, don’t twist the end,

No phoenix rise, no hope to lend.

Just tired eyes that watch, unseen—

Not ugly.

Not lovely.

He Sees the Pain You Never Speak About.

God Is Holding You Together Even When You’re Breaking.

Hearing her share her good news fills me with a quiet, genuine happiness. I’m proud not just of her promotion but of the small role I played in guiding her there. Watching her face glow, her eyes lighting up with excitement, her voice carrying that mix of relief and pride... it’s a moment I wish I could pause and live in a little longer. It reminds me that I’ve done something right, that I can still be a source of strength for someone else.

But beneath that joy, something unsettled stirs within me.

While I smile and celebrate her, my body begins telling a different story. My chest tightens, the air feels heavier, almost like it’s refusing to move. There’s a rush inside me like my blood is racing in all directions at once. Small twitches, restless energy, an uncomfortable awareness of every heartbeat. I know this feeling too well. It creeps in quietly then suddenly takes over.

Maybe this is part of my mid life crisis... this constant questioning, this internal tug-of-war between who I am and who I’m becoming.

Anxiety doesn’t care if it’s a happy moment. It doesn’t wait for permission. It tries to interrupt, to poison the moment, to pull me away from what matters. And I find myself fighting holding onto joy with one hand while pushing back the darkness with the other.

I hate the negative thoughts, the ones that don’t belong but still feel so loud. Yet even in this, I remind myself I was present. I listened. I supported. I made a difference in someone’s life today.

14 March 2026

Mental pressure is one of the strongest and worst ways of destroying someone from within.

Many people suffer from it quietly. They cannot speak out loud, maybe because the ones causing it are their own family, friends, or relatives.

And slowly, this pressure begins to eat them alive.

Sometimes the people causing the pain don’t even realize it. They don’t know that their words and actions are creating such destruction in someone they care about.

But the question remains — why?

Why is it so hard to understand that we hurt someone? Why is it so hard to accept our fault? Why is it so hard to apologize and assure them that we are with them?

And what should the person who is suffering do?

Should they accept the pressure and continue living with it while slowly losing the joy of life?

Or should they try to speak and stand up for themselves?

Why is it so hard to tell someone we love that their actions are hurting us? Why can't we simply say that it is getting difficult for us?

And in the end, the biggest question remains: