The Wait
“It’s strange how something as small as a reply can feel heavier than the world.”
The Story
I needed to draw it.
You know those days when you are waiting on a message, and the silence gets louder with every hour?
That was me.
The person mattered. The words mattered.
And the more I waited, the more it consumed everything else.
I kept my phone beside me while eating, while working, even while trying to sleep.
Every notification that was not them was a punch to the gut.
Every empty screen was a quiet scream.
At first, I told myself it was fine.
But as days turned into weeks, I saw it for what it was:
I was not waiting for a message anymore.
I was waiting for validation. For proof that I mattered to someone who could not or would not give it.
And that broke something in me and built something new.
The Wait was made in that space.
Why It Exists
This piece exists because we have all been there.
Waiting. Hoping. Holding onto something that may never come.
It is not just about love.
It is about all the places we pin our worth outside ourselves.
We wait for someone to notice.
We wait for the apology.
We wait for life to finally feel okay.
And sometimes that wait teaches us more than the arrival ever could.
The Wait is about sitting in that in-between.
Not running from it. Not denying it.
But seeing it clearly and choosing to stand back up anyway.
Artist’s Note
“I drew this when I finally understood:
Waiting is not weakness.
But losing yourself in it is.”
There’s strength in learning when to let go.
There’s courage in deciding your worth is not measured by someone else’s silence.
If this piece finds you in a season of waiting for love, for healing, for answers
I hope it reminds you:
You are not what you are waiting for.
You are already whole.