Unwritten Echo

 This is the era where I stop being a person and become a presence , not alive in any meaningful way , just occupying space, breathing because the body insists on it. I don’t socialize, not because I hate people, but because I have nothing left to bring into a room, no laughter, no curiosity, no spark, just a hollow weight sitting behind my eyes. I show up and say nothing or I say the right things without meaning any of them. My voice sounds far away, like I am underwater, nodding along to a world I am not really inside. Everyone else seems to be living while I am stuck on pause. I am sad in a dramatic way, i am numb and numbness is colder than pain because at least pain proves that I am still here. I don’t miss people anymore and I don’t crave connection. I don’t even feel lonely. I just feel empty, like something essential quietly slips out of me and never comes back. Days pass but they don’t register. Morning, afternoon, night, just different shades of the same blank screen . I...

 I don’t remember the last time I felt genuinely light, not happy just light. Somewhere along the way, everything became heavier than it should be, every thought, every decision, every quiet moment where I’m left alone with myself. I wake up most days already tired as if sleep only pauses the exhaustion instead of healing it. There is a dull ache that follows me everywhere, not always loud nor sharp, just constant. It lives in my chest, in the way I sigh without realizing it, in the way my mind never truly rests. I’ve learned how to perform normalcy, I laugh at the right moments, I respond when spoken to, I show up and from the outside, I probably look functional maybe even fine but inside I feel fractured, like parts of me broke a long time ago and I never stopped to gather them back up. I just kept moving, hoping motion would fix what reflection might expose. There are things I wish I could say out loud but don’t know how to begin. How do you explain that you feel empty and overw...