Into Deep Waters

When you feel stuck in life-lost, restless, and suffocating-you make a reckless decision: you cross an ocean in search of something you can't even name. You tell yourself that leaving will fix things. That distance will bring clarity. That, somehow, you'll feel complete. Or at least less ordinary.

Life, unfortunately, doesn't work like that.

Now I'm in another country, surrounded by faces that don't look like mine, speaking a language that still feels foreign in my mouth. I am an outsider in every room I walk into, carrying the quiet hope that one day I might finally belong somewhere.

Diving into these deep waters was never easy. And when you're already fighting an anxious, depressed mind, it becomes even harder to tell whether you're drowning or learning how to breathe.

Either way-if you're here-I hope you're not afraid of going under.