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I’m tired of always being the one who reaches out. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would notice if I stopped trying, and why I keep working on myself when it feels like nobody cares. I don’t want much. I just want to feel like I matter to someone, too.
Thanksgiving isn’t always a celebration. Sometimes, it’s an empty room, a quiet house, and the ache of being without the people you wish were there. For those facing another holiday alone, know that you’re not the only one sitting with the silence. Some wounds take longer to heal, and some days are harder than others. 💙
The silence of being forgotten by the people who are supposed to care about you is its own kind of death. When the days blur together, the phone stays silent, and even eating feels impossible, you start to wonder how much of you can disappear before anyone notices.