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Some losses are loud. Others happen slowly, like a foundation settling until the walls start to crack. By the time you notice, it's been going on for years.
I've lost things I believed were permanent. Things I built. Things I trusted. Not all at once — that might have been easier. Quietly, and then completely, until one day the life you're standing in belongs to someone you no longer recognize.
So you go. Not running. Just finally honest about what's already gone.
I'm somewhere in the world now. Writing because it's the only thing left that doesn't lie.
This is not a recovery story. There's no lesson waiting at the end. No redemption arc. No "and then everything got better."
Just a man. In the wreckage. Still breathing.
There was a song. It played on repeat through the worst of it. Not because it was hopeful. Because the title was the only honest thing left to say.
Still Breathing. That's all it was. That's all it needed to be.