The Messy Middle.

 

 An Open Letter.

 

This is for those who are somewhere in the middle.

You’re not where you started but you’re not where you hoped to be either.

You’re not falling apart but you’re not exactly okay.

You’re showing up, sort of. Some days. Not always.

 

No one talks about this part enough.

The part where progress is slow. Where the answers aren’t clear.

Where you’ve done the journaling, the morning routine, the deep breathing but it still feels like you’re waiting for something to shift.

It’s the part where your effort feels invisible. Where you are tired, not just physically, but emotionally tired from trying to make life better. 

It’s the waiting room between “I’m working on it” and “I made it”

 

You’re not lazy. You’re not broken. You’re in the middle.

And it’s hard in ways most people don’t see.

This isn’t the part people write books about.

It’s not the inspiring before-and -after story. It’s the long, unclear middle – the part you just have to live through without a map.

It might feel like you’re stuck but you’re not. You’re moving even if you can’t see it. Even if it’s just breathing through the next hour.

 You don’t have to force clarity.

You don’t have to fix everything.

Sometimes, it’s enough to name where you are; in between. Still here. Still trying.

If you’re in the messy middle right now, here’s one small thing you can do.

 Pick one thing that feels kind. Just one. 

A walk, a glass of water (maybe more), a text to someone safe, listening to your favorite song or playlist, stepping outside for fresh air, making your bed, watching something that makes you laugh or re-reading something that once brought you comfort.

You’re doing better than you think. Truly.