A Letter To My Mom

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Dear Mumma,


I don’t want to disappoint you. I know you have high hopes for me—and not just any hopes, but dreams stitched with love and belief. But somewhere along the way, I’ve started to feel like I’ve already let you down. Not just you—myself, too. And that’s the hardest part.

I don’t know how to keep doing things anymore. My passion—it feels like it’s flickered out. I feel stuck, like I’m trying to move in quicksand. There’s no energy left in me—not even for the things I once loved.

Lately, I can’t tell if I even like anything at all. Everything feels dull, like the world lost its color. There’s nothing that excites me, nothing that makes me feel alive.

I’m so sorry, mum. I know I’ve disappointed you. And that thought alone is enough to break me.


Yours, always,

Your child

(I’m sorry)

Comments

  1. VanshMay 4, 2025 at 10:58 PM

    I apologise for involving and i truly am and i shouldn't but as a stranger i would like to say, yes you're probably drowning the hopes, those chuckles but on the other hand you're enduring the faint ness, you're brawling against every shadow just to learn how to swim. Not only so that you can acclimatize but so does the hope, those spark of your mother. I don't when you'll grasp but i know how, you'll see the blueness reconciling, those breaths would finally be acquainted.tgose hopes would finally become Fathomable.

    And coming this from an complete stranger, it does really means something. You better enclasp the mist of your soul.

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    1. AnonymousMay 5, 2025 at 5:44 AM

      Thank you so much for saying that. I didn’t expect a stranger to understand me so deeply, but your words honestly made me feel seen. I don’t know how to respond properly, but just… thank you. I’ll try to hold on, even if it’s just to the little things. It means more than you know.

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    2. VanshMay 5, 2025 at 9:54 PM

      Well don't thank me. Thank yourself for still awaiting, thank your self for distilling, thank yourself for forging the starry blight. You must and you will be resplendent again, will be involatile, unforgettable again!

      And thank you for listening.

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