When was the last time you laughed... not the kind that’s forced or politely tucked between clenched teeth at a dinner party, but the kind that erupts from deep within—the kind that startles you with its sudden freedom? Maybe it’s been so long, the sound of your own joy feels foreign. Maybe life has trained you to tiptoe through your days, careful not to awaken memories that bite.
You know what it is to give your whole heart to someone who crushed it without flinching. You know what it feels like to be left holding pieces of yourself while the people you once bent over backward to please walked away without even looking back. So no, laughter wasn’t invited into the room for a long time.
When was the last time you laughed... and didn’t feel guilty afterward? After the silence of betrayal and the aching void of a love that turned its back on you, joy started to feel like a betrayal too. How could you possibly laugh, when everything you worked so hard to protect fell apart in your hands? But then—there was that one moment.
Maybe it was something small. A clumsy dog. A child’s question. A ridiculous meme at 2 a.m. And there it was: a chuckle, brief and bewildering, like a stranger at your door who somehow knew your name. And for a second, the world didn’t feel so heavy.
When was the last time you laughed... and felt a sliver of hope slice through the fog? They never tell you that healing doesn’t come with fanfare—it tiptoes in, wearing the shoes of ordinary moments. You started over with tear-stained journals and trembling hands, not sure who you were without the pain you carried.
But laughter doesn’t wait for everything to be perfect. It crashes into your life unexpectedly—while folding laundry, during an awkward conversation, when you least expect to feel alive. It reminds you that even broken hearts can echo with joy.
When was the last time you laughed... and remembered who you were before the storm? Before your worth was questioned, before your smile became something you only wore for others.
Laughter is a mirror, sometimes cracked, but it shows you glimpses of the person you are becoming—the version of you that doesn’t flinch at your reflection, that can hold your own hand and say, “I made it this far.” Laughter doesn’t erase the past, but it draws light into it, softening its edges, reshaping your story into something brave.
When was the last time you laughed... and felt your spirit stretch its arms in the sun? That’s the gift of laughter—it sneaks into the ruins and builds something beautiful. It reminds you that your soul hasn’t given up on you, even if you’ve given up on everyone else. That you can laugh and still grieve, you can smile and still heal. You can carry your past like a suitcase with worn stickers—proof of all the places you've been, not chains that bind you.
When was the last time you laughed... and believed you were allowed to? Here you are, starting again—not empty, but open. Not forgotten, but freed. Maybe your laughter is still timid, still finding its voice. That’s okay. Every time it rises, you reclaim a piece of yourself the world tried to take.
Let it bubble up. Let it roll out. Let it crack the silence. Because you, beautiful soul, have earned the right to laugh again. And again. And again.
