Soulwork Journals

Sometimes distance isn't silence—it's survival. And reaching back out is the first brave step toward healing I didn’t plan to drift away. It started slowly—missed messages, unanswered calls, postponed plans—and before I knew it, I was wrapped in silence, not just with others, but with myself. I kept telling myself I was just tired, just busy, just needing a little space. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Something in me was unraveling, quietly, beneath the surface. The days blurred together, and even the things that used to bring me joy started to feel distant, like echoes from a version of me I couldn’t quite reach anymore. The hardest part was not knowing how to explain it. There was no clear reason, no dramatic event to point to. Just a quiet, persistent weight that made everything feel harder than it should. So instead of reaching out, I retreated. I told myself people wouldn’t understand, that I’d be a burden, that it was better to wait until I felt like “myself...