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i’ve been there.
I suddenly remembered everything that happened to me back in 2020.
As I mentioned once on my social media, that year might be the worst year of my life — at least until now.
Bad news kept coming, one after another, until I didn’t even know what to do anymore. Every time I tried to fight back, something else would happen. I would ask myself, “Do I really deserve all of this?” or “Should I just give up?”
But then, I remember the people who made me feel seen. The ones who reminded me that I mattered, even if we haven’t seen each other for years. They made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I am still worth something.
There are days when I suddenly break down.
Tears fall without warning.
And as I cry, I remember the things people said and did — the ones that still echo in my head. Even if I tell myself it’s not true, the weight of their words stays with me.
Maybe they think it’s small.
Maybe they think it’s nothing.
Maybe they think it’s been too long, that I’ve already forgotten.
But they don’t see the weight I still carry.
They don’t see the doubts that still creep in.
They don’t see the paranoia that sometimes explodes out of nowhere.
