Entry......

 I haven’t been writing much lately.

It’s not because I don’t care or because the story has ended,
but because the words feel heavier than before.
I used to write to make sense of the pain,
to hold on to something that was slipping away.

Now, I find myself writing less —
not because I’ve healed completely,
but because my grip has loosened.
The anger, the longing, the endless questions —
they still visit me,
but they no longer anchor me to the same spot.

I feel helpless at times,
like I’m drifting without a map.
Yet somewhere beneath that helplessness
there’s a quiet truth:
I am not holding on as tightly anymore.
And maybe, just maybe,
that’s what the first steps of letting go look like.

Burn......