Lost, Then Found Again
There are moments in my life where it feels like the world is slipping through my fingers. I can be in a room surrounded by family and friends and still feel completely invisible. Depression creeps in quietly, lurking within the shadows of my mind, whispering self doubts and just lingers a little too long.
Then anxiety joins the chorus, heart pounding, thoughts racing around an endless loop of “what ifs” and “not enoughs.” It’s easy to get lost in that darkness, to feel as though no one will ever find you there... but do I want to be found?
I’ve been there many times in the silence of my room, where even the light seemed too heavy.. too bright. I’ve cried into pillows and stared blankly at ceilings while begging the universe to give me a reason to keep going. To me loneliness isn’t just being alone.. it’s feeling disconnected, unseen, unheard... unwanted. It’s the ache of believing you’re anxiety when you feel this way.
But somehow, in the middle of that storm, a whisper found me. A lyric. A memory. A friend’s text. A stranger’s kindness. A small, flickering light in the distance. The words, “If you're lost, you can look and you will find me… time after time,” became a promise. That even in the darkest places, someone was reaching for me — maybe even myself.
Healing doesn’t come all at once. It comes slowly, like sunrise breaking through a long night. It comes through tears, therapy, journaling, breathing. Through learning to sit with my pain without letting it define me.
If you're lost right now, I want you to know — you can be found. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But keep looking. Keep breathing. Keep reaching. Someone is out there waiting to find you. Time after time.

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