I’ve Always Wanted to Say I’m Sorry

I blamed myself,

the one who ruined me,

every single day.

The desire to live well

felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve.

All I could do

was endure.

Endure, and endure, and endure again.

And maybe…

one day,

a good day might still come.

But the world stayed the same.

Or maybe it was me

who stayed the same—

while blaming everything else.

Even trying to die

wasn’t easy.

There were so many nights

I cried myself to sleep,

wishing I wouldn’t wake up the next day.

Maybe breaking down would be better.

Maybe if I gave up,

this pain would finally leave me.

I tried to die.

My heart died every day.

But still…

There was a small part of me

that wanted to live—

because I felt sorry

for the me who hadn’t done anything yet.

I looked back

on this broken life I've lived.

And I thought,

maybe if I hold on just a bit longer,

a good day might still come.

That one thin thread of hope

is what’s still keeping me alive.

And to you—

whoever you are,

will you give yourself

just one more chance, too?

What does your silence sound like?

Share your story in the comments below.

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#GiveYourselfOneMoreChance #StillHere

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There Is No Darkness Without End

There was no moment of certainty. No one ever told me, “This is your path.” That morning was quiet. The station was still. And at the end of the dark tunnel, a single light was shining. Suddenly— I wanted to walk toward that light. Not because the path was clear, not because I knew the destination, but simply because I wanted to go toward it. So I walked. One step, and then another. For the first time, I thought— maybe this is the path I’m meant to take. This is only the beginning of my journey. But to you, and to everyone reading this, I wanted to say— There is no darkness without What does your silence sound like? Share your story in the comments below. #SoulBridgeVoices

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