You're not the only one who's felt this.
No diagnosis. No labels. Just quiet, honest things people rarely say out loud — collected here so that if one of them sounds like you, you'll know for certain that you're not alone in it.
I still check their profile, even though I told myself I'd stop.
I don't miss the person. I miss having someone.
I feel a small pang of jealousy when my friends succeed, even when I'm genuinely happy for them.
I'm tired of being the friend everyone leans on, and I don't know how to say that out loud.
I secretly hope someone notices I'm struggling before I have to say it myself.
I feel lonely even when I'm surrounded by people who love me.
I don't really know who I am when I'm not being productive.
I dread my own birthday, and I feel guilty admitting that.
Some days I think I'm grieving someone who's still alive.
I let calls go to voicemail because I don't have the energy to explain how I'm actually doing.
I cancel plans I actually wanted to go to.
I miss the version of them that never really existed.
I feel guilty when things in my life start going well.
I've forgotten what it feels like to fully relax.
I still miss someone who hurt me, and I hate that I do.
I wish someone would notice without me having to ask.
I don't know what I actually enjoy anymore — I've been surviving for so long I forgot to notice.
I feel like I already peaked, and I'm quietly mourning that.
I'm scared to answer the phone, and I don't fully know why.
I laugh with everyone all day and then cry alone at night.
I feel like I'm behind everyone else, even when I know that's not really true.
I feel guilty for healing, like I'm leaving someone behind.
I felt relief when someone who hurt me was finally gone, and part of me still feels like a monster for it.
I keep looking for the moment I should have seen it coming, like somehow that would have saved them.
None of this needs a name to be real. It just needs somewhere to go.