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Problem/Goal: I honestly don’t know if my body just gave up from emotional exhaustion or what.

The past few days have been really heavy for me emotionally, and now I’m suddenly sick. Chills, fever, body pain, and earlier I even had a nosebleed while crying. I honestly almost ended up in the ER because I got so overwhelmed and started panicking over everything happening all at once.

Had to file a leave from work because I genuinely don’t feel okay physically and mentally.

What’s weird is my vitals are mostly normal, but my body still feels drained and exhausted, and parang my system just crashed after trying to stay strong for too long.

Has anyone else experienced getting physically sick after a really painful or emotionally overwhelming situation?

Honestly just tired of feeling like this. 😅

I didn’t arrive here suddenly. There was no single moment that made everything clear. It was quiet, gradual. Like realizing the silence had been louder than the words all along. I stayed longer than I should have, not because I didn’t know, but because I hoped. Hoped things would change, that clarity would come, that something uncertain would finally choose me back.

I learned how to wait without being asked to stay, and how to understand without being understood. Somewhere between the almosts and maybes, the good moments and the confusion, I slowly forgot what it felt like to choose myself, but not completely. Because there was always a part of me that knew. A quiet voice in the middle of the night, in the pauses between conversations, in the heaviness I couldn’t explain. It said, this isn’t it.

For the longest time, I tried to silence it. I called it overthinking, I called it fear, I called it anything except the truth. Until I couldn’t ignore it anymore, until choosing you started to feel like losing me. And with that came something familiar, old wounds I thought I had already healed, resurfacing in ways I didn’t want to experience again. The same uncertainty. The same quiet ache. The same kind of pain I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to.

I’m not the kind of person who leaves easily. I stay until there’s nothing left of me. I give everything, even when it’s already too much. I don’t walk away. I wait, I hold on, I try. That’s who I’ve always been.

But this time, I didn’t wait until I was completely drained. And that’s what made this decision the hardest.

Because this isn’t who I’m used to being. Letting go before I’m emptied out. Before there’s nothing left to give. Feels unfamiliar, almost wrong. But staying would have meant reliving something I’ve already survived, and I know I can’t go back to that.

So today, I made a decision that didn’t come easy. I let go. Not out of anger or pride, but out of understanding. That love shouldn’t feel like waiting. That presence shouldn’t feel uncertain. That I deserve something that doesn’t reopen wounds I’ve already worked so hard to heal.

It took me weeks to get here. Weeks of going back and forth, of almost reaching out, of convincing myself to stay just a little longer. But today, I didn’t. Today, I chose differently.

And maybe I’ll still miss you. Maybe there will be nights where your name feels heavier than it should. But I know now, missing you isn’t a reason to come back.

Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t just feel something, I understood it. And I finally listened.

So this is me, standing at the end of something that once felt like everything, and realizing: I didn’t lose. I learned. I grew. I chose. And most importantly,

I made it.