My Life Journey With Him :)

The world is loud. Too loud. Voices clamor over one another, each one demanding attention, validation, supremacy. For years, I've stood in the midst of it, trying to shout above the noise, trying to be heard, trying to matter. But the truth is, the louder I screamed, the more invisible I became.

I've given everything—time, energy, love—to a game I never asked to play. A game where the rules kept changing, where the goalposts were never within reach. People entered my life like storms, wreaking havoc and leaving me to clean up the pieces. I tried to adapt, to learn their patterns, to weather their tempests. But it was never enough.

"I quit," I say aloud, my voice trembling, though there's no one around to hear it.

Not a cry of defeat, but a quiet acknowledgment that I've reached the end of myself. I've fought too hard, loved too deeply, trusted too easily. I've let people carve out pieces of me, until now I'm just a hollow shell of who I used to be. And for what?

I used to believe in the goodness of others, in the power of connection. I used to think that if I just gave enough, tried hard enough, people would see me for who I truly was. But I see now that some people only look at you long enough to take what they need before turning away.

They won. The ones who walked away without a backward glance. The ones who promised and never delivered. The ones who said I mattered and left me questioning my worth. They won because they've taken from me the one thing I never thought I'd lose: hope.

I don't want to care anymore. I don't want to hope. Caring is a doorway to pain, and hope is a trap that snaps shut when you least expect it. The world doesn't deserve the tenderness I've carried in my heart.

So, I quit.

I quit chasing approval. I quit yearning for love that never stays. I quit holding onto dreams that were never mine to begin with. I'm tired of fighting a battle that leaves me emptier with every passing day.

The silence wraps around me now, thick and suffocating. It's heavy, but it's mine. And for the first time, I let myself sink into it. Maybe in this quiet, I'll find the parts of me I thought were gone. Maybe here, I'll learn how to exist for myself and no one else.

I close my eyes, and the words echo in the stillness: "I quit."