today was quiet.
not good or bad. just… quiet.
i used to think days like this didn’t count.
like if nothing big happened, then neither did i.
but i’m here.
in the heart of georgia.
still breathing. still showing up.
even if all i did was get out of bed and put on black like armor.
mental health doesn’t announce itself.
it lingers. it hums in the background.
some days i can carry it.
some days it carries me.
this blog exists because i’m tired of pretending i’m fine when i’m not.
because writing things down feels safer than keeping them locked in my chest.
because doing this with my mom—sage—feels like choosing closeness, even from far away.
if you’re reading this and today felt small,
or heavy,
or numb—
you’re not failing.
quiet days are still days.
rest is still living.
surviving is still brave.
writing this so i remember:
being here matters.
trying matters.
i matter.
— ember 🖤
