The Hidden Journal

There’s a kind of healing that only happens in closeness.
Not through words,
but through weight —
the simple gravity of being cared for.

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To be held is to stop holding everything alone.
It’s to let someone else steady the ache
without asking you to explain it.

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Sometimes it’s a hand,
sometimes a presence,
sometimes just a silence that doesn’t try to fix you.
A reminder that your softness isn’t too much,
and your sadness isn’t a burden.

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Being held doesn’t erase the pain —
it just changes the shape of it.
It makes space inside the ache
for breath to return.

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And maybe that’s all we ever needed —
to know that we can fall apart
without disappearing.

— Desiree