I know It’s Not Depression!! So why does my chest hurt

When The Silence Hits DifferentYou ever just sit in complete silence — not because you want to, but because you literally can’t bring yourself to speak, move, or even think straight?There’s a kind of silence that isn’t peaceful. It’s not the calm-after-the-storm kind, or the type you crave after a loud day. It’s the kind that creeps in out of nowhere just heavy, thick, and unexplainable. You just sit there. No music. No talking. No scrolling. Just… stillness and the sounds of each breath you take.And not because you want to be still — but because your chest feels full and empty at the same time. Like you’re holding back tears that haven’t even formed yet. Like your mind is racing but all you can do is stare at the wall, frozen in a mood you can’t name that one mood that gives you anxiety just thinking about. The type of sadness that makes one feel emptySometimes, I go quiet. Not the “I need space” kind of quiet. It’s the deep, uncomfortable kind where I’m present but not really “here” Where everything inside me feels loud, yet outside, I’m just still.It’s hard to explain this feeling to people, and maybe that’s what makes it worse. There’s no clear reason-no fight!, no heartbreak, no dramatic trigger. Just a heavy kind of sadness that wraps itself around my chest like a tight scarf I didn’t ask for.It’s hard to explain this kind of sadness. It’s not tied to a breakup, or a loss, or even a bad day. Sometimes, it just “is”. And when someone asks what’s wrong, you can’t find the words, And it’s not just because you’re hiding anything, but because you genuinely don’t know. And that’s the scariest part.The quiet isn’t always peace. Sometimes it’s your soul quietly screaming for a break. Sometimes it’s your heart asking for gentleness. Sometimes it’s your body just begging you to rest, even from your own thoughts.I’ve learned to stop trying to fight it. This silence... it’s my body telling me something’s off, even if I don’t know what. It’s my way of processing emotions that haven’t yet made it to the surface. It’s grief I can’t name. Exhaustion I can’t measure. Loneliness I don’t want to admit.And honestly? That’s okay.I’m writing this for anyone who feels this way too. You’re not weird. You’re not overthinking. You’re not “too much.” You’re just feeling something real — something deep. And sometimes, the deepest things are the hardest to explain.If you've ever felt this, you’re not dramatic.You’re just human, you’re not weak or broken. <blockquote>“Some feelings don’t make a sound ~ they just sit with you, quiet as a shadow, heavy as silence, and just as hard to explain”</blockquote> And if you're reading this in silence, know you're not alone in it. Amirah ^_^

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