Feeling Lost

Lately, I’ve been feeling lost,
like I’m wandering through a fog without a map,
not sure where I’m headed or why.

It’s a strange kind of loneliness,
even when surrounded by people,
like there’s a part of me I can’t quite reach,
or maybe I’ve forgotten how to find.

I question everything—my choices, my path, my purpose.
Some days, it feels like I’m just drifting,
waiting for something to pull me back,
but not knowing what or where.

But maybe being lost isn’t the end.
Maybe it’s a quiet space to reset,
to peel back the layers,
to discover what truly matters beneath the noise.

So for now, I’m allowing myself this feeling,
not rushing to fix it or hide it,
just sitting with the uncertainty,
hoping that, somehow,
the way forward will find me when I’m ready.