10/06/2026
When I get emotionally exhausted, I usually disappear for a while.
Not because I don’t care about people. I just need time on my own.
Sometimes people try to make me feel like I’m too sensitive, too naive, too emotional, or just “too much”. Sometimes they don’t like it when you finally set boundaries and stop accepting things that hurt you.
And when that happens, I don’t always know how to talk about it.
Even the people who love me and care about me get less of me for a while. Not because of them. I just need space to process everything.
So I choose quiet places.
I choose nature.
I choose animals.
They don’t ask questions. They don’t judge. They don’t tell me who I should be.
I can just be.
Then, when I’m ready, I come back stronger.
Maybe that’s the artist in me.
Sometimes I need to step away from the noise so I can understand my feelings and turn them into art.