To the Ones Who Forgot How to Begin
Have you ever felt so lost… lost to the point where you don’t even recognize yourself anymore?
Not knowing who you are, what you want, what you used to love, or what you’re even living for.
Lost to the point where you start questioning everything, doubting everything, unsure of anything.
You lose faith in the things you once believed in the most. You lose your passions, your joy for the little things that used to light up your days. The joy for life itself.
It’s that strange numbness, being awake, yet not really here. Like falling into a deep, dark hole with your heart racing to hit the bottom…
but the fall never ends.
You watch everyone around you moving so fast, while you’re stuck, unable to make a single move.
There’s a war inside you, a noise that never stops.
Too many voices. No single one you can understand.
Yet somehow, you still keep your calm, pretending nothing’s wrong,
while everything is burning quietly within.
You feel alone, even when surrounded by people.
You see their hands reaching out, trying to help, and still,you want to run.
Afraid to pull them down with you.
You start hating every version of yourself, no matter how much you try.
You can’t seem to love yourself the way you used to.
And when that happens, you start doubting everyone else too… Their love, their care, their words that once kept your light alive.
I once did.
I cried all the tears I had, and it never felt enough.
I watched the world collapse over my head and couldn’t move a single stone to save myself.
I blamed everything, fate, people, the universe for being so unfair.
And then, out of nowhere, I saw a light.
Faint, far, but real.
A light that whispered, “It’s okay to feel like this. You’re human.”
It reminded me that life isn’t meant to be constant peace.
That sometimes, the struggle exists to make us choose between letting the darkness consume us, or opening our eyes to how much beauty still lives quietly around us.
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And I chose the second.
I still choose it, every single day.
Because this world isn’t paradise, it never will be, but everything depends on how we choose to see it.
I once wasn’t okay at all. But the moment I changed my perspective, I found what I’d been searching for all along.
Accepting to not be okay is the first step to healing.
It’s accepting that you’re human, allowed to be lost, to break, to cry.
But instead of letting it swallow you, look deeper.
Find the root of it all.
The starting point is always inside of you.
It begins with that tiny “aha” moment, that spark of realization that maybe being lost isn’t the end.
Maybe it’s the invitation to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, into someone stronger, softer, truer.
It sounds exhausting, terrifying even.
But trust me, it’s not as bad as it seems.
It only takes courage to press play again.
And when the noise fades,
when the storm slows down,
when the dust finally settles
you’ll find something quiet, something soft, something steady.
Something that tells you that a wise choice will save what remains,
And what always remains… is YOU!
To the ones who’ve felt lost lately… I see you!
To the ones who forgot what joy feels like, who doubt everything they once believed in.
This one’s for you ❤️
