Drift by Sabi

Some words are too heavy for the heart to carry.

The more you loosen your grip and ease the road for someone, the more they start to see your sacrifices as something ordinary.

Pause is not a failure. Sometimes, It's a powerful reset😊

Somewhere between healing and holding on, I stopped recognizing the person I used to be.
I remember sitting on the floor, back against the bed, not in pieces, not in tears— just quiet, heavy, hollow.

The world called it a blessing.
A healthy baby.
Love.
Strength.
All the right things.
And I felt all of them—yet still felt nothing.

I loved my child with my entire soul
and somehow carried an emptiness beside that love. I learned that joy and ache can exist in the same breath.
It wasn’t the death I wanted. Just stillness. A pause long enough to breathe without being needed.

I didn’t speak about it.
Silence felt safer than being told
to smile, to be grateful, to enjoy it.
This is not a weakness. This is not a failure. This is the quiet fight of becoming a mother while finding yourself again.

If this feels like you— be gentle with yourself. You are not alone and you deserve the same care you give so freely.🤍