Raw.Real.Recovered.

I can’t seem to find the words to express how I feel.

I just want to let go.

I want to crawl out of my own damn head because it’s not real fun in here.

It’s cluttered with regret, with reruns of old conversations I should’ve walked away from.

I knew this was going to happen.

And I still did it anyway.

How do you not hate yourself a little for that?

Some days, I want to scream.

Other days, I want to hide in the dark and cry until it feels clean again.

But most days—days like today—I want to do all of it at once.

I want to give up.

Not in a “end it all” way—just in a “please fast-forward this bullshit part .

Because I’m tired of processing it.

Tired of replaying it.

Tired of trying to find the growth in a situation that just left me wrecked.

I hate these slow days.

The ones where the world quiets down just enough for the noise in my head to get louder.

And I swear, I’ve doing the work.

The journaling. The affirmations. Lots of praying.

But right now? I’m done.

Done dissecting.

Done pretending I’m fine.

Done with the pressure to “rise above” something that shattered me.

And maybe tomorrow I’ll be hopeful again.

Maybe next week I’ll see this as one more lesson on the road to becoming stronger.

Today I’m just done.