They Think I Moved On

I laugh at the right times. I post what I’m supposed to. I show up, smile, make plans, fake progress.

But I didn’t move on.

I moved around it. I built over it. I learned how to carry it better. But it’s still there — sharp, stubborn, and quietly humming under every “I’m fine.”

They think I moved on because I’m good at performance. I know how to survive. I know how to act like I’m healing, especially when no one wants to hear otherwise.

But this space? I don’t have to pretend.

I can say it.

I didn’t move on.

And if you’re still stuck too, you’re not the only one holding a weight with no name.

🧠 Just drop it @ FreeTo.Chat. Someone here will understand.