Just Let Me Breathe

"For once, I wanted silence more than anything"

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I was lying in my bed at half past midnight, still.

Not sleeping. Not scrolling. Not processing the week or making a mental list of everything that still needed fixing. Just lying there, wanting one thing, to feel empty. No thoughts, no messages, no motivation, no voice in my head offering the next observation or the next lesson or the next thing to turn into something useful.

Just me and my breath. Alone for a moment.

It didn’t happen.

Instead, the thoughts came. Uninvited, the way they always are, not knocking, not asking if this is a good time, just arriving and making themselves comfortable like they own the place. You don’t know why tonight specifically. You don’t know why this particular thought, this particular weight. You just know it’s there, and it won’t leave, and you’re too tired to argue with it.

And the timing, that’s the part that gets you every time. Because you know, with a quiet factual certainty, that you don’t deserve this right now. You’ve been trying. You’ve been showing up through everything this week threw at you, one thing after another, and still here it is. One more uninvited guest.

Knowing you don’t deserve something doesn’t stop it from happening to you. Nobody warns you about that part.

And then the strangest thing, you look inward and see yourself looking back. You see the loop before it starts. The spiral before it picks up speed. You know your own mind so well it frightens you sometimes. Aware of everything. In control of nothing.

That’s not self-awareness anymore. That’s something closer to being your own most exhausting companion.

Underneath all of it, there’s just one want.

Not answers. Not another framework or theory or reason why. Not a lesson to extract or an observation to write down.

Just air.

Just one moment where the mind stops all of these imaginations and the thoughts stop arriving, and you get to exist without turning any of it into anything.

Just you.

Just to breathe.

Just to be empty for a minute.

It’s such a small thing to want.

It’s such a hard thing to find.

See you tomorrow.

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“The absurdity of thoughts that wake you up. You don't know why, and they won't let you be alone. The scrutiny of timing hurts you, knowing well enough that you don't deserve it, but it still happens to you. The psychosis of mirroring your own self, knowledge, and mind scares you sometimes. And in the end, all you want is to breathe and be empty.”

by Mental_Reader