Sometimes bad things happen to the best of us.
And still we are allowed to feel.
We are human, made of pulse and memory,
of soft edges and fierce depths.
Our emotions are not flaws
they are proof that we are alive.
We do not have to shrink
for the comfort of others.
We do not have to silence our hearts
so someone else can rest easy.
We are our own person,
each carrying a different sky,
a different storm,
a different way of healing.
We react in the ways we know how.
We feel in the ways we must.
And that, in itself, is enough.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
Sometimes bad things happen to the best of us.
And still we are allowed to feel.
We are human, made of pulse and memory,
of soft edges and fierce depths.
Our emotions are not flaws
they are proof that we are alive.
We do not have to shrink
for the comfort of others.
We do not have to silence our hearts
so someone else can rest easy.
We are our own person,
each carrying a different sky,
a different storm,
a different way of healing.
We react in the ways we know how.
We feel in the ways we must.
And that, in itself, is enough.