Stuck But Still Breathing🤍

I spent a whole month last year waking up past noon, barely eating, letting my coffee go cold. I’d sit by the window, scrolling through my phone, waiting for something to click. I wasn’t crying or panicking, just… numb. Like life was playing on a loop, and I was stuck somewhere between memory and motion. My body moved, but my heart stayed still. Everyone else seemed to be rushing ahead, graduating, falling in love, chasing goals. And I was just there, floating in this heavy stillness. It made me feel behind, like I was wasting time. But the truth is, I was grieving a version of myself I didn’t even realize I had lost. I needed that quiet. I just didn’t know how to give myself permission to rest. Now when I have those days, I try not to fight them. I let myself be slow. I whisper to myself, it’s okay to pause. The stillness isn’t empty, it’s part of becoming. And even when nothing feels like it’s moving, something inside always is. 🫧 #FeelingStuck #SlowGrowth #EmotionalRest

• Stillness
• Frustration
• Reflection