take a break

I’m starting to understand the ones who go quiet—not out of pride, but out of necessity. The ones who disappear without warning, not because they stopped caring, but because they needed time to breathe, to heal, to figure themselves out without the noise of expectations. Life can get heavy, and sometimes the bravest thing you can do is step away and choose yourself in silence. It’s not about abandoning people—it’s about not abandoning yourself.

Now I see the strength in those who reappear with clearer minds, softer hearts, and stronger boundaries. They didn’t vanish to hurt anyone; they vanished to find themselves again. And when they come back, they do so with intention, not obligation. I get it now—sometimes, the only way to truly return is to leave first.