Morning. I’m still half asleep. Holding a cup of coffee, I scroll aimlessly, thumb tapping out of habit. Facebook. Nothing special. Ads, empty phrases, familiar faces blurring into one another.
And then I see her.
Standing alone — in another world.
Behind her, buildings lit by the evening sun. Everything looks a bit foreign, a bit too perfect. But she’s different. Different from how I remember her in her posts.
She used to be ordinary. Unfiltered. In a couple. With a sincere smile that came from her eyes.
I don’t know what happened.
But it seems she chose the path the world quietly whispers:
“Travel. Show how beautiful your life is. And no one will see your pain.”
But we see.
We feel.
We’ve known it too.
We all drown somewhere.
In food, in sleep, in alcohol.
And we all pretend everything’s fine.
I just hope she comes out of this phase changed. Calmer. And fuller — with herself.
Because the other option… is just more pretending.
And she was already enough when she was given life. When she loved. Even when she lost.
Who are they, to judge her?
And do they even judge?
Do they even see her?
Or are they just living their own lives, unaware of how much effort it takes to keep standing?