I never told her how much I hated myself for not being enough. How much I hated the idea of being dependent on someone else’s love to fix me. How I felt like I had to be perfect, not just for her, but for myself.
The cracks in me grew wider with every attempt to convince myself I could handle this. I wasn’t handling it. I wasn’t even close.
One night, I thought I might actually lose it. I was lying awake in the dark, the weight of my thoughts too much to bear. I wanted to reach out to her. I wanted her to tell me that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t let her in. I couldn’t risk it.
“Zayne... what’s happening? Why is everything so different now?” Her voice was a whisper through the phone.
The desperation in her words twisted the knife further into me. I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t okay at all.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” I said, the words escaping me before I could stop them. The truth, spilling out without any filter. “I’m not okay. I don’t know if I ever will be.”
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A Different View
Short Story"A Different View" tells the emotional journey of Zayne, a man torn between love and his inner struggles. After meeting someone online and quickly falling in love, Zayne finds himself overwhelmed by his own mental health battles-depression, fear, an...
