She Cried Through the Night
She cried so hard that her body trembled. It was the kind of cry that shattered the silence not from pain alone, but from release. It felt like everything she had held in for years was finally pouring out.
When the morning came, she didn't go to work.
She simply couldn't.
Instead, she took a deep breath and called to asked her team mangers for twelve days off to return to her hometown. Her manager, having seen how much she gave, how she never once asked for rest, agreed without hesitation.
For the first three days, she wandered. Her cat followed quietly, as she visited places without names, without reasons. Maybe she didn't even know where she was going.
She just knew she needed to forget.
And for a little while, she did.
She smiled through her tears. A quiet, healing kind of smile.
On the fourth day, she arrived at the house she grew up in.
She didn't say much to her mother. Silence wrapped the walls like a blanket until night came. She sat beside her cat, watching it curl into peace.
Later, she stood in front of the mirror and cut her hair short.
It wasn't about appearance.
It was a farewell a soft, private goodbye to the version of herself she could no longer carry.
The next morning, she sat with her mother, hands open, heart trembling.
For the first time in a long while, she let the words come.
All the weight she had hidden.
All the things she had locked inside.
Her voice shook.
Her eyes ached.
She said sorry, and meant it with every part of her.
Her mother didn't speak right away.
She just reached out, held her hand, and stayed there.
No questions. No judgment. Only warmth.
That same morning, she picked up her phone and called her manager. Her voice was gentle when she spoke:
"I want to resign. Thank you… for everything. And please thank the team, too, for always taking care of me."
And just like that, she chose to begin again.
Not somewhere far, but right where she started.
She returned to her old job not because she loved it, but because she needed the money to follow the art she truly cared about.
Slowly, carefully, she began learning art again nurturing a dream that felt like her own.
She stood outside that day, eyes lifted, air filling her lungs like light.
It smelled like home.
Like healing.
Like hope.
And with a soft smile, she whispered:
Thank you… to myself.
For staying alive.
I can walk on my own path
And for finally seeing… how beautiful the world around me really is.
if you ever face something really bad, i hope you'll find a way to talk it out or cry it out.
letting it out is the first step to healing.
then, be strong enough to stand on your own again.
keep going, no matter how hard it feels.
one day, you will see the beautiful things that have been quietly hiding all around you.