You Can Question Everything , Just Not My Belief in Love

 Some Days, I Just Float

Some days, I don’t feel joy or sadness—

I just… exist.

Not drowning,

but not really swimming either.

I move through hours like fog,

answers escaping me,

tears visiting without knocking.

The world asks me to be strong,

but they don’t see how heavy

it feels to even breathe sometimes.

One thing about healing with someone—

you need to heal completely before they leave,

or you end up back at the beginning.

This time, healing from two kinds of pain.

Even when my soul goes cold on me,

I know it’s still there.

I know I’ll get through this—

for myself,

and for my child.

I smile for her,

laugh when I need to,

but behind it all—

I am just trying not to unravel.

And still, I rise.

Not because I feel ready,

but because love keeps pulling me forward.

Even in the stillness,

even when my soul is quiet—

I know I’m still here.

Still surviving.

Still becoming.

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Have you ever felt like you were just floating?

Leave a comment. Let’s remind each other—we’re not alone.