@ShugaWrites 28 June 2025 more from that month

Not Crazy

Not all pain screams. Some of it just quietly rewrites who we are how heavy the world feels when you start to see beneath the surface. How we smile with tired eyes, dance while dragging chains, laugh just to muffle the ache. We carry things we never asked for generational wounds, unspoken fears, dreams we buried just to make it through the day. Still, we show up. We read the lines, follow a script we never agreed to. We pretend this pain is normal. This weight, acceptable. But some of us were born with wide-open eyes. We feel too deeply. We notice too much. We hear the silence between the words. We ache for what can’t be seen. And no it’s not beautiful. It’s not poetic. It’s exhausting. It’s carrying the world in your chest while smiling in photos. It’s crying in rooms where you’re expected to laugh. But I wouldn’t trade it. Because even in the weight, even in the loneliness of being awake in a sleeping world I know I’m not crazy. I’m just awake. And maybe, that’s holy too. Written by ShugaWrites I write what many feel but can’t express poetry, fiction, and reflections that dig deep. Follow me if you feel too much too.