When It All Got Too Loud

It’s 12:17 AM.

The kind of quiet where everything’s still… except your thoughts.

I used to live for this hour. Not because I liked it. But because it was the only time no one expected anything from me. No deadlines, no small talk, no pressure to have it all figured out.

Just me… and this weird ache I never knew how to name.

It felt like being full—but of all the wrong things. Overwhelmed by work, expectations, guilt for not being more, guilt for wanting more.
There were days I’d scroll through job boards, compare myself to people who “made it,” and feel this awful mix of envy and exhaustion.
I had career goals. I had desires. I had dreams.
But no purpose.
No meaning.
Just motion.

I was Joey. 26. Supposedly in my prime. But honestly? I was drowning.

Some nights, I’d lie in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if any of this actually mattered.
I never told anyone, but the thought of not waking up didn’t scare me.
It comforted me.

Because maybe then, the noise would stop.

The noise of not being enough.
The noise of being “too much.”
The noise of questions like:

What if you’re just a disappointment God regrets creating?

That’s the darkest part of the valley—when you don’t just feel far from people, but far from yourself.
From God.
From everything that used to make you feel alive.

But here’s the plot twist I didn’t see coming:

God didn’t yank me out with thunder and lightning.
He whispered.

Through people I didn’t expect.
A friend I barely knew invited me to a small group. I almost didn’t go—I had a hundred excuses ready.
But I was too tired to argue with grace that night. So I went.

And to my surprise, they didn’t treat me like a project. They didn’t ask me to “fix” myself.
They just showed up. Week after week.
We talked about real stuff—faith, identity, why we try so hard to prove our worth.
And slowly, I stopped pretending.
I stopped performing.

I started healing.

It wasn’t instant.
But for the first time, I felt seen. Not the filtered version of me.
The one I had buried under insecurities, burnout, and fake smiles.

Turns out, healing looks a lot like community.
Like consistency.
Like being reminded—over and over again—that you are not your productivity.
You are not your confusion.
You are not your darkest thoughts.

You are a soul made on purpose.
For a purpose.
By a God who is not intimidated by your valley.

Psalm 40 says, “He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”

I used to think standing was the goal.
Now I know—being held comes first.

It’s 12:17 AM again.
But this time, the silence doesn’t scream at me.
It sings.

You're not alone.
You’re not too far gone.
And there’s still time to begin again.

– Joey

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