Anonymous Ghostwriting for Healing and Grief Project

i wasn’t loud. but i felt everything.

i didn’t lose myself. i just buried her so deeply that even i forgot where.

until one quiet night, when i heard her again.

and i realized— she wasn’t gone.

she was just waiting for me to stop being who they needed me to be.

some nights, the loneliness hits so deep i forget what it felt like to be truly held— not physically, but emotionally. spiritually. safely.

and if you feel it too— if you're silently crying behind unread messages, scrolling through everyone's joy while carrying your own ache—

then this is for you.

you’re not the only one. you never were.