Is this what they call adulthood...?
I miss the version of me who felt things without filters. Who cried without shame, loved without fear, and dreamt without limits.
Adulting taught me to wear armor. To smile when I’m breaking, to stay silent when I want to scream, To choose stability over passion, logic over longing. And now… sometimes, I can’t recognize myself in the mirror.
I wonder, do we really grow up… Or do we just learn to bury the parts of us that once made us feel alive?
Maybe healing isn’t about moving on. Maybe it’s about going back, Picking up those broken pieces, And saying — Hey, I still see you. Even if the world doesn’t.
Beautifully penned! But don't let that inner child die. Show your true emotions to very few loved ones.
Adulting is just accepting the reality, the good, the bad and the worse that comes along in life.
I like how you put it.... Yeah I guess you are correct..... We bury, but realistically we don't have many options......
