What if you go to therapy and your card declines and then they remind you of the time you tried so hard just to be seen, to be heard, and even that was taken from you? You’re sitting there, desperate for some small validation, some flicker of acknowledgement that all this pain hasn’t been for anything. But instead, you’re told that you can’t even afford to be understood today. You’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, dragging yourself through each day, hoping that maybe this time, someone will see the cracks in your facade and offer you something—anything—that says you matter. But instead, you’re met with a cold, impersonal reminder that in the end, it’s just you. Alone.
And so you leave, not just the room, but maybe something deeper, too. The hope that you held onto, the belief that if you tried hard enough, things would get better, starts to crumble. You wanted to be told that it was okay, that you were okay, that the fight was worth it. But instead, you’re left with nothing but the silence that follows you out the door. It’s in that silence that you realize how tired you are. How much you’ve been pushing through, hoping for a moment of peace, a break from the chaos that never seems to end. And now, even that small, fragile hope feels out of reach. You wanted to be validated, to be told that you weren’t alone in this. But now, all you want is to disappear, to slip away from it all because being alone feels like the only thing left that makes sense.  You wanted help, but maybe what you really needed was just to be left alone with your thoughts, away from a world that never seems to understand how much it hurts to try and fail, over and over again.