A couple of exhausting days brought her to her knees. Nothing went according to plan. She felt ill and tired. And yet, insomnia was a big friend. Life felt overwhelming from every corner she looked at it, and that one dangerous thought crept in: wouldn’t everyone be better off without her? It was not as if anyone really cared about her. It was all shallow talk and superficialities. Breathing hurt, existing was exhausting, and tears just fell down her cheeks without much reason. Thinking and fading, she wasn’t sure if she could take much more from her kneeling position.
(Edited to add: this is pure fiction, and there is no need to worry about me or my mental health. I appreciate your concern. But trust me, the above paragraph is complete fiction. 😊)
reflections of an unquiet mind 