Category: Still Moments

I don’t remember deciding to stop trusting my instincts. It feels like something that happened slowly, without asking permission. At some point, instinct stopped feeling reliable. It felt impulsive. Reckless. Something I needed to verify before acting on. So, I started thinking things through and then thinking them through again. What used to be quiet…

I noticed it in a small moment. Someone asked me what I wanted, and my first instinct wasn’t an answer; it was a pause. Not the thoughtful kind. The searching kind. Like I needed permission to check in with myself first. I used to know. Now I double-check everything. I replay conversations hours after they…