Nachtreflectie – 02:10 u

Today hit harder than I wanted to admit.

Not because I was weak,

but because some people forget how much weight they place on a single heart.

The afternoon felt like a storm I didn’t schedule.

Too many words.

Too much tension.

That strange kind of silence that falls in a room when respect gets thin.

And yet—

I stayed calm.

I stayed standing.

Even when my chest felt tight and my mind was tired of carrying old stories that don’t belong to me anymore.

I’m allowed to feel it.

I’m allowed to say:

“That was too much for today.”

No guilt.

No excuses.

But here I am, at 02:10 AM,

still awake,

still writing,

still putting myself back together the way only I know how.

I don’t run from the day.

I process it.

I name the weight so it doesn’t own me.

And honestly?

It feels good to take my space again.

To breathe without asking permission.

To remember who I am when the noise settles:

Someone who survives storms quietly,

but never loses her dignity.