Nothing Was Wrong, But I
When everything seems fine, but something feels heavy
I tried to convince myself I didn’t need anything.
The day had gone fine. No bad news. No arguments. Nothing heavy enough to justify the feeling sitting in my chest.
And yet, there it was.
That quiet weight that doesn’t announce itself, doesn’t hurt sharply, doesn’t even make sense. It just stays. Like a room with no windows.
Not all heaviness comes from something being wrong.
Waiting for the feeling to pass
I scrolled for a while. Not looking for anything in particular. Just letting time pass the way it does when you’re trying not to feel too much.
I kept thinking, There’s no real reason to talk.
And then, Maybe that’s the reason.
Sometimes the lack of a reason is the reason.
When talking isn’t about pain
Talking doesn’t always come from pain. Sometimes it comes from the absence of clarity. From the spaces between thoughts. From the feeling of being emotionally full, but not in a good way.
I didn’t want solutions.
I didn’t want reassurance.
I didn’t even want to be understood perfectly.
I just wanted someone to hear my voice exist for a moment.
Being heard doesn’t always mean being helped.
The relief of not being measured
There’s something grounding about being heard without being evaluated. Without someone measuring your feelings against a scale of “serious” or “not serious enough.”
The conversation didn’t go anywhere specific.
It wandered.
It paused.
It repeated itself a little.
And that was okay.
Not every conversation needs direction. Some just need permission.
When nothing changes, but something opens
When it ended, I didn’t feel changed.
I didn’t feel fixed.
But the room inside me felt a little less closed.
Sometimes that’s all talking is — not a cure, not a breakthrough, just a small opening where air can move again.
And sometimes, that’s more than enough.
You don’t always need answers. Sometimes you just need space.