I had goosebumps the entire time! You beautifully captured and balanced delicacy and viciousness of vulnerability, and the raw flow of thought through the pacing of your writing. I felt like I was reading a part of my own diary, having the same flow of thought with you as I read this. I adore your words!
"over and over: standing at the edge of laughter i can’t join."
and
"i used to be part of things. maybe not the center, but somewhere on the edge, at least. close enough to hear laughter, close enough to feel its warmth. but now i’m always on the outside, smiling, nodding, pretending i’m there. in reality, i’m measuring my breath, counting my words, rehearsing every message in my head. No word, no message is safe anymore. so i calculate. and when it’s too much, i disappear."
Well, it hit REALLY close to home. Thank you for sharing Sofy ❤️
this was so vulnerable and i love the way you've devoted words to this sensation, of only being able to hold so much and being so willing to overflow and let the important parts of yourself spill out to be a vessel for other people's feelings. and i know you've don it well because i understand and i feel the same. i know it can be overwhelming but you have every right to complain- it's not complaining, even- here in writing and out loud because you don't have to care and you don't owe anyone anything. sending love xx
I had goosebumps the entire time! You beautifully captured and balanced delicacy and viciousness of vulnerability, and the raw flow of thought through the pacing of your writing. I felt like I was reading a part of my own diary, having the same flow of thought with you as I read this. I adore your words!
🥹 thank youu ✨ you're the sweetest
This resonated with me so much.
When you said:
"over and over: standing at the edge of laughter i can’t join."
and
"i used to be part of things. maybe not the center, but somewhere on the edge, at least. close enough to hear laughter, close enough to feel its warmth. but now i’m always on the outside, smiling, nodding, pretending i’m there. in reality, i’m measuring my breath, counting my words, rehearsing every message in my head. No word, no message is safe anymore. so i calculate. and when it’s too much, i disappear."
Well, it hit REALLY close to home. Thank you for sharing Sofy ❤️
thank you so much 🫶🏻✨🥹
that was insanely beautiful. and you described so well a situation i feel very deeply, as if it came from my mind. i adore this !!!
thank you so much ✨😭🫶🏻
this was so vulnerable and i love the way you've devoted words to this sensation, of only being able to hold so much and being so willing to overflow and let the important parts of yourself spill out to be a vessel for other people's feelings. and i know you've don it well because i understand and i feel the same. i know it can be overwhelming but you have every right to complain- it's not complaining, even- here in writing and out loud because you don't have to care and you don't owe anyone anything. sending love xx
thank so so much christine 🥹😭✨