When You Become Your Own Family
There comes a point in life when you reach a strange grey area. A space where you no longer wish to see, sense, hear, or feel anything too intensely. Not even the constant awareness of your own existence. It is not sadness exactly, nor defeat. It is simply a quiet exhaustion, the feeling of needing space from your own self. A pause. A stillness. A nothingness. Because sometimes, the truth is this: it has been a long time of carrying yourself. There are phases in life when you become your own entire support system. You become your own father , shielding yourself from the harshness of the world, trying to build a life that feels secure. You pat your own back for small victories because there is no one else standing there to say, “You did well.” At times, you become your own mother, reminding yourself to slow down, to rest, to be gentle with your wounds. You nurture yourself, plan for yourself, and try to give yourself the kindness you wish someone else would offer. Then there ...