Vertigo of Thought
It doesn’t begin as an addiction. It begins as a doorway. A single cut, a single moment where the world feels quieter, where the chaos slows just long enough for you to breathe. It feels like escape, like control, like proof that you can still choose something. But the door never…
The Weight of the Bottles
It never stops at just one. They keep adding on and adding on until the bottles line up like trophies nobody wants to win. Four pills, seven pills, ten—it turns into a silent competition, the kind no one brags about but everyone feels. You stare at the number and wonder if…
The Box
It feels like being trapped inside a box with walls that don’t just contain you, but press in whenever you try to move. At first, it seems like protection—a structure, a shape, something to lean on. But after a while it becomes a cage. The walls are smooth, with nothing to…