I Can’t Relax in Maybe

Dear Delyara, Uncertainty is one of the hardest things for me to carry. At least grief has shape. At least anger has direction. At least bad news gives you something solid to respond to. Uncertainty gives you too many versions. Too many futures. Too many imagined losses. Too many ways your mind can turn possibility into torture. I am tired of living in “we’ll see.” My body does not know how to rest there.