It's the weekends that catch you off guard.
You make plans, keep busy, fill the hours... but then it gets quiet. And the quiet is the hardest part.
You can be sitting in a room full of people and still feel completely alone. Like everyone else got the memo on how to move forward... and you're still waiting for yours.
And at night, climbing into bed alone after so many years of having someone beside you... that's when the thoughts get loudest.
The replaying. The wondering. The quiet voice that asks... was it my fault? Could I have done more?
You're not falling apart. You're carrying something that was never meant to be carried alone. And somewhere deep down, you already know... you deserve more than just learning to live with it.