By prinasieku

Still Standing

There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show on your face.

It’s not loud. It doesn’t cry in public.

It just sits there — quietly — in your chest. Heavy.

Like you’re breathing through wet cotton.

You’re not falling apart exactly.

But you’re not okay either.

You’re just… still standing.

Barely.

Sometimes, that’s what survival looks like.

Not thriving. Not conquering. Not even hoping.

Just getting through one more day without sinking.

You might have days where you’re too tired to hope,

too disappointed to pray out loud,

too emotionally drained to even scroll social media without flinching.

Everything feels loud.

Everyone feels far.

And yet…

somehow…

you’re still here.

Still showing up.

Still brushing your teeth.

Still making uncomfortable peace with unfinished prayers.

Still carrying dreams that feel too fragile to say out loud.

Still loving people who don’t always notice when you shrink.

There’s no medal for this.

No applause for the quiet work of holding yourself together.

But God, it takes everything sometimes, doesn’t it?

And if this is you

if you’ve been walking through June with a full heart and an empty tank,

if you’ve been asking for just one thing to finally break through,

if you’ve been tired of the waiting and the hoping and the repeating…

I hope you know this:

You are not weak for being worn out.

You are not failing just because it’s been slow.

You are not alone just because no one sees how hard it’s been.

Sometimes life brings us back to ourselves

through silence.

through stillness.

through small sacred visits that remind us we are not as lost as we feel.

And sometimes, the breakthrough doesn’t come loud.

It comes in the form of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Or a heaviness that starts to lift.

Or the simple fact that you’re no longer afraid to go back…

because this time, you’re going back different.

Still tired.

Still waiting.

But stronger.

Wiser.

More grounded.

Still standing.

And honestly? That’s no small thing.

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By prinasieku

When You Don’t Have the Words

Some days, it just hits.

Not like a storm, not like a crash.

But like a quiet undoing.

You’re lying there.

Not really crying. Not really sleeping.

Just… drained.

Done.

There’s this weight in your chest, but you’re too tired to name it.

You try to trace what exactly is wrong, but your brain can’t even hold the questions.

You don’t want to be comforted.

You don’t want to be told it’s going to be okay.

You don’t want anything.

Not really.

Even your face feels heavy.

Even blinking takes effort.

And everything—everything—feels too loud, too far, or too much.

You’re not trying to be dramatic. You’re not looking for attention.

You just feel… folded. Curled up in your own mind.

Not angry. Not fine. Just there.

And maybe you’re not asking for help out loud,

But somewhere in the middle of the fog, there’s still that whisper:

“God, I need help.”

No fancy words. No energy for holy things. Just that.

A breath. A plea. A letting go.

So if you’re here—where everything hurts and nothing makes sense—

You’re not alone.

This isn’t the end of your story.

You don’t have to move. You don’t have to fix it.

You can just be.

And somehow, even now, you’re still held.

Even now, you’re still breathing.

And that’s enough for today.

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By prinasieku

When Pain Demands Payback

There’s this thing that happens. When someone hurts you—really hurts you— it’s not always sadness that shows up first.

Sometimes, it’s fire. This unbearable urge to lash out. To hurt them the way they hurt you. To shake something. Break something. Say that one thing that will land like a slap.

And in that moment, it feels like the only way to breathe again. Like if you don’t release it—this rage, this ache—you might explode.

So maybe you do. You say it. You do it. You let it out.

And for a moment… relief. The heavy cloud lifts. The pain shifts. You feel powerful. Not the helpless one anymore.

But then comes the silence. The echo. The guilt. Now you’re not just the one who was hurt— you’re the one who caused hurt too.

And it’s a sickening trade.

People don’t always talk about this part of us. The part that wants payback. That wants someone else to carry the pain for a while. That wants to stop feeling like the victim and start feeling like the one in control.

But that version of control—it lies. Because the pain doesn’t go away. It just changes address. You mail it off to someone else and hope it won’t come back. But it always does. In guilt. In shame. In regret.

And just like that, you’re no longer the wounded. You’ve become the weapon. But even then… it doesn’t heal anything. Only hides the wound deeper.

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By prinasieku

The Version You Buried

Sometimes, it starts so quietly, you don’t even realise what’s happening.

You begin adjusting.

Toning yourself down.

Not to deceive—but to connect.

To be liked. To be chosen.

To not feel so… alone.

You say yes when you mean no.

You ignore what hurts.

You twist yourself into someone easier to accept.

And over time, without even noticing,

you lose track of who you were before all the shape-shifting began.

You can’t tell where the pretending ends and the real you starts.

All you know is—you’re exhausted.

From trying.

From chasing.

From hoping they’ll meet you halfway.

But what no one tells you is that sometimes,

even after all the bending,

all the contorting,

all the trying to be lovable on their terms—

they still won’t love you.

They still won’t choose you.

They still won’t stay.

And sometimes, holding on becomes the very thing that breaks you.

It’s not stubbornness anymore—

it’s self-harm.

When love turns into an obsession to be accepted,

when your worth depends on their response,

when your mood lives and dies on how they treat you—

you’ve forgotten who you are.

And here’s the thing:

They were never “all that.”

You made them all that.

You placed them on a throne they didn’t earn,

and stepped down from your own in the process.

It’s easy to think they’re the ones who caused the damage.

But the truth cuts deeper:

you gave them permission.

You built the stage.

You handed them the script.

You stood back and watched as they forgot your name.

But you can take it back.

You can remember.

That your voice has weight.

That your presence has power.

That your softness is not weakness, and your truth is not too much.

Chasing love that asks you to become less of yourself

is not love.

It’s self-abandonment in disguise.

And the worst part?

It looks so much like devotion,

you don’t see the difference until you’re emptied out.

But you can come back.

Not to who you were before,

but to the version of you who now knows better.

Who knows what it costs to trade your identity

for crumbs of affection.

You come back by no longer needing to be understood to feel valid.

You come back by remembering:

you were never too much.

By deciding that from this moment on,

you stop being the weapon

hurting your own soul.

You are not too much.

You never were.

You just forgot.

It’s time to remember.

And this time,

you do not shrink.

Not for comfort.

Not for closeness.

Not for anyone.

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