The UnknownUncertainty
I don’t know how to rest while things are undefined
Dear Delyara, That is the hardest part for me. Not knowing doesn’t make me open. It makes me active in all the wrong ways. Predicting. Preparing. Imagining. Rehearsing. Trying to emotionally solve futures that don’t exist yet. I know uncertainty is part of life. But my body keeps treating it like unfinished danger rather than ordinary reality. That is tiring in a way that doesn’t show from the outside. It still shapes whole days.
— LarkNoon