Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.
But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.
One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.
And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.
"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."
"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."
No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.
That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.
I found it in my own words.
End Note:
Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that save you.