There’s this place no one warns you about.

It’s not rock bottom. It’s not the glow-up.

It’s the in-between—

The dead zone where everything feels flat.

Where you don’t give a fuck about anything, but not in the wild, rebellious way—more in the I’m too tired to even pretend I care way.

That’s where I’m sitting right now.

I spent so long in survival mode—anxious, hyper-aware, stuck in the loop—

that now, when the noise is gone?

When I’m not in a toxic relationship?

When I’m not fighting for breath or begging for love that never came?

I don’t know what to do with the silence.

I don’t really like any shows.

I don’t really care about the distractions I used to drown in.

I’m not sad. I’m not happy. I’m just… numb.

I think this is what healing actually looks like sometimes.

Not the highlight reel. Not the perfect comeback.

But this:

✨ A 69° room.

✨ A cat by my side.

✨ A heart that’s quiet for the first time in years.

It’s unsettling.

It’s uncomfortable.

And honestly? It’s progress.

I’m not who I was.

I’m not who I’m going to be.

I’m somewhere in between.

And for today, that’s enough.

— Roxy