The Storm Within

Yesterday was heavy with memories. He lingered in my thoughts all day—the way we used to message for hours, the way he made me laugh, how effortlessly he pulled me into his world of romance, mystery, and whispered fantasies. It all came rushing back like a tide I wasn’t prepared for.

I missed him. So much that I caved. I sent him a message.

I know he won’t answer. And maybe… maybe that’s what I need—to face the silence, to let it confirm what my heart already suspects. That he’s moved on. That I’m a ghost he no longer thinks about. It hurts. God, it hurts. But I also know this pain is part of the process.

I keep hearing those two words in my mind: Be you. Simple. But powerful. A quiet reminder to keep showing up for myself, even when it feels like I’m unraveling.

Six months from now, I’ll look back and see how far I’ve come. I can already feel the shift from where I was a year ago. I’m growing—slowly, intentionally. And I’ve stopped punishing myself for moments like this. For slipping. For still feeling.

With every day, I’m learning to sit with my emotions rather than run from them. To honor them. To let them pass like a storm rolling through—loud, wild, but temporary.

It’s strange how I’m changing. Softer in some ways, stronger in others. Things that once consumed me now barely touch the surface. I don’t crave chaos anymore. I crave peace. I crave joy. And I know I’ll find it. I just have to weather this last storm.

One breath at a time.