Half in Half Out: The Letters Ill Never Send
This book was born the second I found out he did it again—
after I finally let my guard down, after I trusted him again,
after I saw the future start to settle... and it shattered under me.
And I stayed.
Even after swearing I never would a second time.
Even though the silence feels like betrayal too.
This isn’t a journal for healing.
It’s a journal for screaming into the page when no one else is listening.
For telling the truth when your friends pity you and your family watches with fake support,
waiting for you to either “get strong enough to leave” or “get over it already.”
For when you’re too tired to explain why you're still there—
and too ashamed to admit that sometimes pretending to be loved feels safer than being alone.
Inside these pages, you won’t find closure.
You’ll find confrontation. A reckoning. A dare.
You’ll write the words you’d never speak.
You’ll finally face the version of yourself you keep abandoning
just to be tolerated in someone else’s story.
This journal won’t save you.
But it will make sure that you stop disappearing.
Because you don’t need peace.
You need to be the fucking first choice.
You need to be considered.
 sourdoughsam
sourdoughsam