Whispers of the Mind۔
There was a time in my life when I heard words that shattered my heart: "You are mentally unstable, you are very ill, and you need rest." These words came at a moment when I was enduring the toughest, harshest period of my life. They tore my heart apart and left me feeling fragmented and hopeless. I lost faith in humanity, in myself, and in my family. The only thought that consumed me was suicide. It seemed like the only escape from the overwhelming darkness surrounding me. Everywhere I looked, I saw shadows of despair. No matter how hard I tried to find a glimmer of hope, all I could see was darkness, so dense that even if I ran in search of light, I wouldn’t find even the faintest ray. I struggled and cried out, but it all felt useless. I was trapped in a time of severe hardship, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. At first, I thought my mental issues were just a minor joke, something temporary. I believed that with a couple of days of medication, I w