i’ve spent much of my life fading away, whether it was quietly leaving rooms, letting texts go unanswered, or watching connections dissolve before they began. this piece reflects on that pattern of disappearing, the weight it carries, and the small anchors that keep me tethered, like the presence of my cats.

a quiet reflection on the pressure to hold it all together. it’s about the cycle of expectations, exhaustion from emotional burnout, and the possibility that things don’t always have to stay this way.