Through the Fog

Tag: personal growth

  • Somewhere Between

    I exist

    somewhere between

    letting go

    and holding on.

    Not fully lost,

    not fully found—

    just suspended

    in a moment

    that won’t decide

    what it wants to be.

    I replay things

    I should’ve released,

    hold onto words

    that already faded,

    search for meaning

    in places

    that stopped answering.

    And still—

    there’s a part of me

    that won’t give up.

    A quiet voice

    that says

    this isn’t the end,

    even when everything

    feels like it already passed.

    Maybe I’m not stuck.

    Maybe I’m becoming—

    slowly,

    uncertainly,

    in ways I don’t recognize yet.

    Maybe this in-between

    isn’t something to escape…

    but something

    I have to move through

    to find

    whatever comes next.

  • Who I Thought I Was

    I’m not who I thought I was,

    and I’m terrified I never will be.

    The image I held of myself—

    steady, certain,

    someone who knew where they were going—

    has slipped through my hands

    like water I couldn’t hold onto.

    I look in the mirror

    and don’t recognize the eyes staring back,

    don’t recognize the heaviness

    or the tired shape of my own hope.

    I keep wondering

    how I drifted so far from the person

    I swore I’d become.

    Was it one small choice?

    A hundred little ones?

    Or the weight I carried

    quietly enough that no one noticed

    how much it changed me?

    I’m not who I thought I was,

    but maybe that’s the truth

    I needed to face—

    that growing hurts,

    that becoming someone new

    often feels like losing

    everything you expected to be.

    And yes, I’m terrified

    I never will be that version of me—

    but there’s a small, trembling part

    that wonders

    if maybe who I’m becoming

    is someone worth meeting, too.