Dear Self, today the melancholy did not creep it swallowed. It was not smoke this time, but a black ocean rising inside your chest, flooding every corner until you could no longer tell where you ended and the sorrow began. You drowned without water, suffocated without air, your ribs cracking under

Let me tell you how my life is now. Medicine is the only thread holding me together; without it, I cannot function at all. Even eating has turned into defeat—the spoon shakes in my hand, spilling everything before it reaches my mouth, so I use my hands like I’ve lost all control. I keep myself hidd

All of you knew. Don't pretend you didn't. You knew I wasn't well, yet you chose silence. You looked at me from a distance and convinced yourselves that because I live far, still work, and have some things provided, I should be fine. You thought comfort and money were enough to heal a b

There’s a hollow inside my heart, and it’s no longer just a space—it’s an abyss. It eats everything: joy, warmth, even the little sparks of hope I try to keep alive. I breathe, but it feels like the air stops halfway, as if my lungs have forgotten how to hold life. Every inhale feels heavy, like dr

📓 Diary Entry Date: August 5, 2025 Today, the noise around me felt unbearable. It wasn’t just sound—it was pressure. The constant chaos, the voices, the movement… it all wrapped around my head like a tight band, squeezing until I couldn’t think straight. Every noise felt like a hammer hittin

⸻ August 3, 2025 Dear Diary, Today, I feel like I’ve lost myself on a dark, endless road. No matter how hard I try to breathe, it’s like the air won’t fill my lungs completely. My tears won’t stop — they keep falling as if they carry the weight I can’t speak out loud. Emotionally and phys