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It's Normal

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emotionalmasking feelingnumb introspective loneliness melancholy mentalhealth personalwriting relatable sadness silentstruggle

This story is for anyone who has been through this-no matter the age.

I wanted to write something different-a quiet attempt to help people empathize with a problem I've dealt with for a while. Not depression, but sadness. The silent kind-the kind that makes you mask how you feel because, after all, it's normal to feel like this, right?

I write from personal experience. I don't know what deep depression truly feels like, and I can't speak for what others go through. Sadness takes many forms-raw and loud, devouring and close... but also quiet. Silent. Dismissive.Tous Droits Réservés

emotionalmasking feelingnumb introspective loneliness melancholy mentalhealth personalwriting relatable sadness silentstruggle

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It's Normal
lun., juil. 28, 2025

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To You,

I just wanted to feel as if someone like you exists. You were the only one who cared enough to talk to me. The only one kind enough to try to get me to say more than two words. The only one who cared enough to keep me around, I know that by the time I give you this, you won't know where I am until the end. If you skip it all, if you ignore it, or if you read it before I leave just know that nonetheless, I wanted to say thank you. There's just some things in life, I need to get off my chest and doing this, I feel like I could have someone to tell. I know it's not the same as telling you in person but, to me, this means a hell of a lot more.