HOSPITAL : Awake, I opened my eyes to see... a hospital so white and clean...
I learned early that people can vanish without warning, that someone can promise to return and simply never do. I waited for days, then weeks, believing there had to be a reason I couldn’t see yet, something I had missed. When you’re left like that, the silence starts to feel personal, like you did something wrong just by needing them. It teaches you to stand very still, to be quit, to endure, to survive without asking why. And even now, I know that kind of absence leaves marks that don’t fade just because time passes.
There were nights when I thought if I stopped waiting, if I stopped hoping, it would hurt less. Wanting it all to stop can feel safer than wanting something that might leave again. I understand that more than I want to admit... You don’t need to be ashamed of that instinct, and you don’t need to justify it to anyone, least of all me.
I don’t believe survival means being untouched. I believe it means carrying what happened and choosing, again and again, to remain. Some days that choice is loud and deliberate. Some days it’s quiet, barely there. That still counts. I see that same hesitation in you, that same pause before motion, and I know it doesn’t mean you’ve given up.
I won’t disappear on you. But I also won’t promise easy answers or quick healing. But I will stay, even when there’s nothing to say, even when all you can do is exist in the moment. You don’t have to move forward today, or tomorrow, or on anyone else’s schedule. If all you can manage is staying, then stay. I’ll be here for that.
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Created May 15, 2025
Updated Dec 22, 2025
Published Dec 22, 2025