March 01, 2026

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The sun has risen yet my weary eyes remain wide open. We have now officially entered the third month of the year.

How... how is this even possible? It feels like just yesterday that I was on the 24th floor, watching the city lights and fireworks as I longed for the other half of my soul.. That was last December.

It's March now.

As I lie in bed, a heavy feeling presses on my chest, as if the weight of my own decisions has come to sit on my lungs, to suffocate me for my never-ending stupidity.

Why is it so easy for me to lose agency of my mental faculties when I'm conducting my own ruin, yet when it comes to taking my own life, I'm suddenly in control of the reins?
T
temporary bliss🕯️✓
Feb 28, 2026 · 44 views

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T
temporary bliss🕯️Mar 3, 2026

You are most kind 🙂 I appreciate you saying that.

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ink_heartMar 3, 2026

You feel the weight of your decisions pressing on your chest. But the very ability to recognize your patterns to see when you “lose agency”means you are not powerless. The struggle itself is proof that you care about your life, even if part of you is exhausted by it. March feels like it arrived too quickly. Time feels unfair. But here’s something important: just because time moved forward doesn’t mean you failed to move with it. You survived December. You survived January. You survived February. That is forward motion, even if it felt messy and ungraceful. You call it “stupidity.” I call it being human. We make choices we regret. We sabotage ourselves sometimes. We long for someone who isn’t there. None of that makes you stupid. It makes you alive. You are doing better than you think . Take care of yourself. You are your only home 🌹

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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

— Maya Angelou