Here’s something I’ve had to learn the hard way: emotional trauma doesn’t just pause because other parts of my life are going well. In fact, when everything looks like it’s working. My job, my routines...that’s sometimes when the pain feels the most confusing. And honestly, the most isolating.
People assume that if you’re “doing well,” you must be okay. But I’ve had days where I’m smiling in a meeting or checking things off my to-do list, all while carrying something heavy inside. It’s a weird disconnect. Like I’m living two lives. And for a while, I thought maybe I was just being dramatic or ungrateful. But that’s not it.
What I’ve come to understand is that strength doesn’t mean being unaffected. It means I keep going, even when parts of me are still healing. It means I can hold joy in one hand and pain in the other. And still move forward...
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