Not Broken

Not Broken

I am not broken,

though some days my mind

fills with weather

no one else can see.

There are mornings

where getting out of bed

feels like crossing an ocean

without a map,

and nights where my thoughts

loop like unanswered prayers.

I carry feelings

that don’t follow logic—

fear without danger,

sadness without a name,

joy that slips away

the moment I notice it’s here.

They tell me to be positive,

to think differently,

as if pain dissolves

when spoken to gently.

But this is not a failure of will.

This is not weakness.

This is a nervous system

that learned survival

before it learned safety.

This is a heart

that stayed awake too long,

trying to protect me.

Some days,

existing is the bravest thing I do.

Some days,

breathing counts as progress.

And still—

I show up.

Still, I listen for myself

beneath the noise.

Still, I learn the language

of my own storms.

I am not my illness.

I am the one who lives with it.

The one who keeps choosing

to stay,

to soften,

to ask for help,

to believe that healing

does not mean erasing pain

but learning how to walk beside it.

This is not a story of being fixed.

It is a story of being human.

And that,

in itself,

is enough.

— Flower InBloom 💛