It feels like I’ve been living inside a fog for months… maybe years. Everything looks the same, sounds the same, feels the same. People keep moving around me, laughing, working, loving, but I’m stuck in this invisible cage where nothing reaches me anymore. I used to think it was just sadness, something I could shake off if I tried hard enough. But it’s different—it’s emptier. Like my emotions got muted. Even when something good happens, it doesn’t land. Even when something bad happens, it doesn’t cut deep enough to wake me up. I’m just… numb. The silence inside my head is louder than anything around me. And sometimes I wonder if maybe I’ve lost myself completely and I’m just pretending to still exist. The scariest part isn’t even the pain—it’s realizing that maybe I don’t care enough to want to heal anymore.

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