I remember the first time I tried to write about suicide, my hands froze over the keyboard. Not because I didn’t know the word, but because I knew the weight it carries. Every sentence felt dangerous too blunt, too careless, too silent. That was the issue I faced. I wanted to talk about it honestly, … Read more
I remember the first time I tried to write about addiction, I felt stuck. I knew the words I had weren’t enough to capture what it really feels like the pull, the struggle, the constant battle inside. That was the issue I faced. I had experienced moments where I felt controlled by habits, cravings, or … Read more
I remember the first time I tried to write about mental health, I froze. I knew what I wanted to say, but every sentence felt flat, like it couldn’t carry the weight of what I had experienced. That was the issue I faced. I had been through periods of anxiety, sadness, and confusion, and I … Read more
