Not My Softest Month
February was a roller coaster I didn’t sign up for. I thought it was just another month. Just another 28 days to get through. It wasn’t aesthetic in the way people like to post. It was loud in my head and heavy in my chest. I didn’t expect it to shake me the way it did. There were days I felt so full of life. Laughing loudly. Feeling present. Feeling like maybe everything is finally aligning. And then there were days where I could barely sit still with my own thoughts. Overthinking everything, replaying conversations, questioning my place in people’s lives more than I ever admitted out loud. I felt like I was falling. Not gracefully, but all at once. February was the month I fell the hardest. The month I reached out the most. I am used to handling things on my own but February humbled me. I u sed to being the composed one. The firm one. The one who figures it out eventually. But this month reminded me that even the strongest version of me still needs pe...