Do you know that feeling when you feel incomplete, as if a piece of you has gone missing but you can’t remember where or when you lost it? It’s like walking through life with a quiet emptiness lodged inside your chest, a space that no achievement, no distraction, no smile from others seems able to reach. You carry on, you laugh when you should, you keep moving forward, but beneath it all, there’s a soft ache that whispers something is not whole. It’s not always sadness, not always pain; sometimes it’s just a silence, a pause inside yourself that never seems to end.