I fell…
But it didn't look like a real fall.
Nothing dramatic happened.
No one noticed.
And that was the worst part.
It was just one of those moments where everything quietly changes…and you don't even realize it until later.
I was living normally before that.
Or at least I thought I was.
Then something inside me shifted.
Slowly.
Without warning.
Like I was starting to disappear from my own life.
Not in a big way.
Just… piece by piece.
And no one saw it.
That's what hurt the most.
Because when you fall in front of people, someone reacts.
But when you fall inside yourself…you're completely alone.
I kept trying to understand what was happening to me.
But there was no clear answer.
Just silence.
A heavy kind of silence that doesn't comfort you…
it presses on you.
I started asking myself:
"Is this really my life?"
No answer came back.
Not even from me.
Days passed like that.
I would talk, smile, act normal…
but inside, I felt nothing.
Like I was just existing, not living.
At some point, a thought came into my head:
"You're not special. You never were."
And I didn't even argue with it.
Because part of me believed it.
But strangely…
even in that state, something didn't disappear.
Something small.
Something quiet.
Curiosity.
I kept asking myself questions I couldn't stop:
Why did this happen?
Did I do something wrong?
Or is there something I still don't understand?
Those questions were the only reason I didn't fully break.
Even while I was falling…
I was still thinking.
Still searching.
One night, I sat alone and asked myself:
"If I fall once… does that mean I can never stand again?"
Silence.
No answer.
But deep inside, something whispered:
"What if standing up is just something you haven't learned yet?"
I stayed quiet for a moment.
Then I stood up.
Not because I became strong.
But because staying down started to feel heavier than standing.
And I walked.
💔 END OF CHAPTER 0001