The way joy had become a performance.
The way touch felt more like memory than sensation.
The way her body went through the motions — smiling, working, caretaking —
while some small, bright part of her…
had quietly gone missing.
No crisis.
No heartbreak.
Just a slow drift away from herself —
so gradual, she only realized it when the silence inside her life felt louder than the noise outside it.
Sometimes we only realized it when the silence inside our lives feels louder than the noise outside it…
