Someone once told me: "One day you'll realise grief isn't only about the people we lose." I didn't understand it back then. But life has a way of teaching you lessons you never asked for. Because grief isn't always about death. Sometimes it's about the versions of you that never got the chance to exist. The dreams you slowly buried just to keep your life from falling apart. The parts of your heart you had to silence so you could keep going. The person you were before survival became your daily routine. It's a quiet kind of mourning. No funeral. No sympathy. No one asking if you're okay. Just a silent ache for the life that almost happened. And some days. you still feel the weight of the person you had to leave behind just to make it this far.