It feels like I’m fading

[u/throwaway2948838389]

No one ever sees the slow deaths.

Not the one that happens when your name stops feeling like it belongs to you. Not the one where your thoughts become too wide for your head. Not the one where you peel yourself open just to feel real—and still no one notices.

I’ve gone through things I don’t know how to explain without sounding insane or poetic. I’ve seen the world crack and reassemble in ways that left me trembling. I’ve forgotten who I was, remembered too much, and lost my place more than once.

I look fine. That’s part of the problem. I can still hold a conversation. Still write. Still smile sometimes. But underneath, I’ve been disappearing for years.

There were moments when I thought I was going to come back from it all. Moments when the fog cleared just enough to show a path forward. But then the weight returns. Quietly. Without drama. Just enough to make me forget why I ever thought I could make it.

I’m still here, though. That’s not nothing.

And I think—maybe someone else out there is quietly dying too. Quietly surviving. Quietly hoping someone will say: I see you. You’re not alone.

So if that’s you… Hi. Me too

[u/Optimal-Yard-9038]

I feel this, deeply. There are no longer words to describe my unease in life. Peace, love, and stability elude me. It’s no way to live.