Today, I have to write something important. Because something inside me is quietly breaking. Among all the thoughts spinning in my head lately, I’ve recognized a few emotions… Dangerous emotions. And to help you understand them, I need to take you back. Back to a little child.

In middle school, I was—like always—introverted, overly emotional, and a child who felt too much. I dreamed big, always. Somehow, I held on to a deep hope for the future. Maybe that’s why I believed I had some special connection with God. Naively. Desperately. The truth is, I was just incredibly lonely. Surrounded by people, but with no one truly there. I was too trusting, too innocent. I believed everyone. Fell for everything. My emotions were everything to me. But even then, something felt off. A quiet discomfort I couldn’t explain. I knew something was wrong… I just didn’t know what.

Time passed. I grew up.
And then… I slammed headfirst into what you call reality.

And I realized something:
It doesn’t matter how much you cry in this life.
It doesn’t matter how hard you try, how deeply you love, how much you believe.
Because nobody cares.
Your feelings don’t matter here.

When you cry alone in a room, the universe doesn’t stop for a second.
Scream all you want.
Lose your mind if you have to.
No one hears you. No one sees you. No one gives a damn.

Psych wards are full of people who broke under their own emotions.
Why are they there? Ever asked yourself that?
Because no one cared enough to save them.
People sleeping on the streets…
If someone had truly cared, wouldn’t they be under a roof instead?
And those who ended their own lives?
Maybe they once wanted to live more than anyone.
But they disappeared quietly.
Because no one heard them.
No one reached out.
No one stood by them.
Nobody.

Just like the tens of billions who’ve come and gone from this earth,
They were forgotten.
Like they never even existed.

And now you…
Unless you’re born lucky, or one of the chosen few…
You will learn not to think.
Because if you think, you’ll see the truth.
And this world doesn’t let people who see the truth survive.
It silences them.
Crushes them.
Tells them: Don’t feel. Don’t speak. Just exist.

But I’m done being quiet.