Vanish Over Time.
Self-isolation has always been my coping strategy. I frequently feel compelled to vanish without a trace.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy being among others, but there are times when the weight of the world becomes too much for me, and all I want is to be alone.
The thought of disappearing is strangely comfortable. It’s not about escaping difficulties; it’s about finding a quiet place where I can be.
Disappearing is my way of regaining peace of mind in a world that continuously demands our attention and drowns us in noise.
I find that disappearing helps me regain my mental calm in a world that is full of noise and demands our attention all the time.
When I withdraw, I have the flexibility to do whatever I want: read a book, go for a long stroll, sleep, or indulge in my favorite pastimes, all without the pressure of social interaction.
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There’s a certain delight in being able to exist without seeking validation from others.
Disappearing allows me to refresh, ponder, and emerge stronger than before.
Yes, I disappear a lot.
And I’ve accepted that it’s acceptable. In reality, it’s necessary for my mental and emotional health.
It serves as a reminder that, among the hustle and bustle of life, it is acceptable to pause and retreat into the solace of isolation.
So, while I may appear to want to flee, what I truly want is for someone to find me, to rescue me from the darkness I’ve always been in, to show me the light, and to make me feel like I’m not alone.
I may have mastered the art of disappearance, but I still hope that someone will find me someday.
-era.
