i feel as though the person i once knew is slowly dissolving into a haze of uncertainty and disconnection. each day, i wake with a vague sense of loss, as if the core of who i am is being worn away by the relentless tide of external expectations and internal doubts. the reflection in the mirror is now a stranger, a mere shadow of the vibrant self that once dreamed with fierce clarity.
in the quiet moments of solitude, when the noise of the world fades to a dull hum, i am confronted with the fragments of a self that no longer feels whole. memories of passion and purpose have blurred into an indistinct collage of fleeting moments, leaving behind only echoes of what used to be. the steady erosion of my identity has stripped away layers of conviction, leaving me adrift in a landscape where every familiar thought now feels foreign.
i struggle to hold onto the pieces that remain, yearning for a time when my sense of self was unshakeable. yet, in this slow disintegration, there is a profound sadness—a mourning for the loss of certainty and the ease of belonging to a well-defined identity. the erosion of self-identity is a quiet, relentless process, and as i navigate this uncertain path, i am left to wonder if i can ever reclaim the person i once was.
thoughts of a dying athiest 