Some days, I wake up and just stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I got here. Life feels like it’s spinning, and I’m stuck in the middle with no clear direction. I question every decision I’ve made—every job I took, every path I didn’t follow, every version of me I left behind trying to be ‘someone’ or make someone else proud.
My relationship feels like walking on eggshells. We love each other but sometimes love feels like it’s not enough. The fights, the distance, the silence… it’s all building up, and I don’t know how to fix it. Or if it’s even fixable.
Money? It’s a joke. I’m working, but it’s like chasing a finish line that keeps moving further away. Rent, bills, food—I’m always calculating, always worrying. And the stress of it? It bleeds into everything, even my sleep.
And then there’s my mind.
Tired. Foggy. Loud.
Some days I’m numb. Others, I feel everything all at once—pain, regret, fear, loneliness. I smile, I nod, I say ‘I’m fine,’ but inside I’m screaming for a break, for peace, for anything that feels like hope.
I don’t have the answers. I’m just here, breathing through the mess, trying to believe there’s something better waiting. Maybe that’s all I can do for now.
