Someone to Talk To

There are moments when your phone feels heavier than usual.

Not because it’s ringing—but because it isn’t.

No one to call.

No one who would understand the version of you that showed up today.

That’s when I call on God.

Not for answers. Not for escape.

But because silence has a way of telling the truth.

He doesn’t flatter me.

He highlights what’s right and what’s wrong—

the things I’ve done well,

the things I keep pretending weren’t choices.

My sins.

My deeds.

And somewhere in that stillness, I realize something else:

I’m not the only one who needs someone.

Everyone is carrying something unseen.

The mistake is thinking the answer lives outside of us.

We chase conversations, validation, connection—

scrolling, reaching, explaining—

while the signs inside keep flashing the same message:

Empty.

Hopeless.

Maybe rejected.

But the life I’m living,

the choices I’ve made,

didn’t come from their perspective.

They came from mine.

That’s when it settles in.

This isn’t the moment to be understood.

It’s the moment to become responsible.

To sit with myself long enough

to hear what I’ve been avoiding.

If there’s no one to talk to,

this is the time

to let that someone else

be me.