A Change in the Light.

Lately, I’ve noticed a shift in the colors I see inside. The floaters that usually drift so peacefully in soft yellow, peach, and golden light have dulled. The background feels darker than usual—more like a heavy gray than the usual calm.

I think that sometimes, the way I feel emotionally starts to show up in what I see internally. That happened recently after a phone call that didn’t go the way I expected. It wasn’t dramatic, and no one said anything loud or cruel. But it was the kind of moment that quietly hurts—the kind where you realize you might not be seen or held in the same way you thought you were.

Someone I care about deeply acted differently than I’m used to. It felt like I was suddenly on the outside of something I had always been part of. A small shift in tone, a comment that felt off, a goodbye that never came. Those little things added up, and in that moment, I felt invisible—like I had slipped into a space where I wasn’t needed, or maybe no longer welcome.

I’m not here to speak badly about anyone. That’s never been what this space is for. I’m just sharing what it felt like, because this blog is where I come to sort through the truth of my experience—not just what happens on the outside, but how it looks and feels on the inside.

So right now, the floaters aren’t as yellow. The light is a little dimmer. But I know this: brightness always returns. It might take time, and it might come in a different shape or shade, but it always finds its way back to me.

For now, I’m resting in the quiet. I’m letting myself feel what I feel, without rushing to fix it. And I’m trusting that I’ll come out of this with even more clarity, even more strength, and even more light to carry forward.

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