Dear Me, Will I Be Okay?
Dear Me,
Today, I’m writing to myself.
Is it okay? No. At least, that’s what my brain keeps telling me. Is it okay to lose two weeks, a month, or maybe even years to this deep sadness? To feel lost without knowing why it keeps hitting me—over and over again?
I don’t know how I manage to pull myself out of it each time. It just happens. And the worst part? It comes when everything seems fine. No real problems—except for this feeling.
I stop getting things done. I lose track of everything in my life. I distance myself, lie to avoid explaining what I can’t even put into words. And when it finally fades, I’m left with unfinished tasks, work piling up, and guilt. So. Much. Guilt.
Even breathing feels heavy.
But yeah… I think I’ll be okay.