They were wrong.

I have navigated the crushing depths of depression without a map and without a guide. No prescriptions, no hourly sessions, no professional interventions-just the raw, jagged instinct to keep breathing when the world feels like it's collapsing.
This isn't a success story. It's a survival log.
It is the record of a person who learned to stitch their own wounds in the dark. It is about the secrets we keep because the world isn't ready to hear them, and the strength it takes to be your own savior when you're also your own greatest enemy.