Reality Club and a Wound That Slowly Healed

At the beginning of 2026, I randomly stopped by a coffee shop. I didn’t expect that a simple visit would lead me to something that would stay with me for quite a while. It wasn’t just about the coffee. That day, I found Reality Club.

The first song I heard was “Anything You Want”. It was everywhere at the time, so I guess it wasn’t that surprising that I eventually came across it. But for some reason, I immediately fell in love with the band.

Maybe it was the lyrics. Maybe they somehow felt close to my own life. Or maybe there was just something about their music that felt like it was talking directly to me.

After that, I started listening to more of their songs. One by one. From “Telenovia” to “Am I Bothering You?” and many others. Somehow, every song started to have its own little place in my life.

Whenever things felt heavy, I would put on at least one Reality Club song. It felt like having someone around without actually having to talk to anyone. Just me, my earphones, and a song playing in the background.

A Sorrowful Reunion

But there was one song that hit me differently: “A Sorrowful Reunion”.

That song somehow described a feeling I knew too well. You spend so much time trying to forget someone, trying to move on, trying to convince yourself that you’re finally okay. Then suddenly, that person comes back and says something as if nothing ever happened.

And you’re not ready.

All the feelings you thought you had buried somehow find their way back.

I had to deal with that pain on my own. And maybe the hardest part was knowing that the person probably had no idea what I was going through.

Did they know how my life was going? Did they know how hard I was trying to keep everything together? How much effort it took just to keep moving through everyday life, with all its expectations and responsibilities, without having much room to stop and breathe?

There were times when even crying didn’t feel possible anymore.

Maybe the pain had gone past that point. It had become something too full to turn into tears.

Still, I kept trying to remind myself that I would eventually be okay.

Learning to Walk While Carrying It

Little by little, I started getting back on my feet. Not because the pain suddenly disappeared, but because I slowly learned how to keep walking while carrying it.

And somehow, Reality Club became part of that journey.

Near the end of it, I wrote their name on one of the pages of my thesis.

Not because I had to. I just wanted to.

Their songs had been there during the breaks, during the long nights working on my thesis, and during those moments when I almost gave up.

They will probably never know any of this.

They probably don’t know that their music kept me company through one of the most important chapters of my life.

But I do.

And maybe that’s enough.