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Anonymous Note- Received 12-10-2025
Some days I feel like I’m doing okay on the outside, but inside I’m still carrying pieces of things I never fully processed. Life moved on.
People expected me to move on too. And I did at least in the ways that were visible. But there are moments when a memory surfaces, or a feeling shows up without warning, and I realize that not everything heals just because time passes. I don’t always want to talk about it. Not because it hurts too much but because I don’t want to explain it. I don’t want to be asked questions I don’t have answers to. I don’t want to feel like I need to justify why something still affects me. Writing feels like it's okay at this point. Putting this here feels like I am talking about it I guess.
No expectations. Just a place to acknowledge that what I carry is real, even if I rarely speak about it. If someone reading this feels the same way, still moving forward while holding things inside, I hope you know you’re not alone. Sometimes simply naming the weight is enough for today. I read that blog today about the weight we carry inside and it motivated me to talk about it today, even if it means nothing, at least I am getting somewhere by writing it, moving on from my grief years later. To notesby laurette, Thank you for this.
Anonymous Note- Received 12-15-2025
Look, I am writing today. Anyway, before, there was a time when work felt like too much, not because the job was difficult, but because it was no longer motivating me. I was stressed at home and carrying that stress into work. Now, work feels like the best place to be. I take 2 buses and 1 uber, long hours and spend more than I should, but I’m okay with it.
At home, things feel empty. I have a husband, but it often feels like I don’t. We barely talk. We live like roommates. From the outside, things look fine, but inside there’s tension and distance. There’s no constant fighting, just a quiet heaviness that's just between us. We share debt from a bad investment, and that keeps us stuck together I guess, we are just trying to work through something that no longer feels good for both of us, our mental health you know. but nothing to do with that relationship, it's just a bad one. no happiness inside.
For me, with all that, work has become the place where I felt lighter. The people there make me smile. It feels like the family I don’t have at home. I do my job, I show up, and for those hours, it just feels light in my head. Still, the unhappiness at home sits in my chest. I try not to think about it.
The turning point didn’t come from a big change. It came from paying attention to myself. I started letting go. I started thinking good. I just needed a place to put the truth. So I am putting it here.
You know, we once loved each other. Maybe we still do. But over time, we grew apart, just like that, little by little without realizing it until we were already living in the distance. Small things just started to irritate me. I knew I needed boundaries. I started focusing on what made me feel steady. Doing things for myself. Finding joy where I could.
Slowly, my confidence returned. I didn’t want to live stressed all the time. A friend once told me not to wear my problems like they defined me. That stayed with me. What once felt like being stuck started to feel like preparation.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I started to feel better when I stopped worrying about everything at once. I stopped wearing my problems and started wearing a lighter way of being. I realized my situation didn’t have to define me.
If you’re in a place where work feels heavy or life feels complicated, know this: sometimes peace comes from accepting where you are. For now, I’ve found mine in small moments, and that’s enough. As for that relationship, well, the debt is about to be paid off, so I am working hard, so I can move on, I know, I will not rush into a marriage without living with someone again because the person you date is different from the one you marry. At least I am still young.