New Series Episode 6: 2 AM, The Night I Couldn't Stop Crying

I had quit my job, and I was supposed to be free.

No more shouting from my boss,
no more emails chasing deadlines,
and no more sighs from colleagues.

"I'm okay now."
I told myself that over and over.

And yet.
My heart was still left behind at the office.


2 AM.

As I stared at the ceiling in the pitch-black room,
suddenly, my chest tightened.

"What... am I doing?"

That voice echoed in my head.

"You won't make it anywhere."
"In the end, you're just a quitter."

It felt like it was being whispered right in my ear,
and I gripped my blanket tightly.


A Broken Heart

Tears streamed down my cheeks on their own.
I tried to stop them, but I couldn't.

While crying silently,
I curled my body up and desperately tried to steady my breathing.

"I quit, so why..."
"I'm supposed to be free now..."

Every time a sob escaped, it felt like my heart was being torn apart.



A Tiny Light

The notepad I'd left on my desk caught the corner of my eye.

Those words I wrote the night I decided to quit.

"It's not running away. It's what I need to do to live."

The letters blurred.

The moment I said those words out loud,
I felt like my throat opened up a little, and breathing became easier.

"......I wonder if I'll be able to smile again."

2 AM.
Messy with tears,
I closed my eyes with a heart that felt just a little bit lighter.



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"The First Light Found at the Bottom of Despair"
Next time, it's a story about how a tiny spark helped me move forward.

💭 I wrote about the honest feelings behind the tears of that day
on this blog.
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