so i called this place for therapy after 9 months on the waiting list and the hotline just went silent like i was stuck in an existential void — like, i understand mental healthcare is a circus but does someone have a clown car we can just get in and get out of this chaos already?
so my family sent funeral flowers to my old name and included a sympathy card addressed to me like i am literally grieving a ghost or something. i mean, honestly, can you be dead to people while still being alive? what a vibe.
some days it feels like my body is hosting a party no one wants to attend and all the doctors are telling me to chill out like the dance floor is on fire or something. but i guess being told it’s all in my head is a better invitation than getting actually checked out, right?
some days it feels like my body is hosting a party no one wants to attend and all the doctors are telling me to chill out like the dance floor is on fire or something. but i guess being told it’s all in my head is a better invitation than getting actually checked out, right?
نہ تو تمہیں کوئی سمجھتا نہیں، نہ خود کو. زندگی یوں گزر رہی ہے جیسے کالی رات کا کوئی دن ہو.