9th May, 2022
It is a bright Sunday morning. Sun shining bright, birds chirping, sky was happily blue, and the air felt lazy.
I woke up. Oh God, why did I wake up? I wanted to die. Didn't I ask for it just yesterday? I kept uttering in a loop.
Every morning for me was just like a loop. I have been running in circle. Neither am I living nor am I dead. I can't escape. I want to escape.
This is my everyday morning.
Palpitating heart, brain fogged, can't move my muscles, I feel paralyzed. It's just my mouth moving, in whispers. Saying one sentence in a loop. I want to die.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING to DIE
Non-FictionA journal 💫 💌 No one talks about the period when they hit the rock bottom. But I am here. I want my story to be a survival guideline for people who are lonely. I am lonely too. 🫂 So talk about your stories in the comments. Engage yourself. Let's...
