I Don’t Want My Old Life Back

I don’t miss who I was when I was constantly anxious, available, and overextended.

I don’t miss the chaos I called passion.

I don’t miss the exhaustion I called ambition.

I don’t miss the relationships I had to earn by abandoning myself.

There are moments I feel nostalgic for the simplicity — but not the cost.

That life demanded too much of me and gave too little back. It required silence, endurance, and pretending I was fine when I wasn’t.

I didn’t lose my old life.

I outlived it.

And I would rather grieve it than return to it.

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Unhinged But Alive — no nostalgia for survival mode.