Unfortunately, I began to lose myself, and depression began to control me and put me in a state of stagnation. I no longer understood myself. My condition is like that of a drowning person waiting to reach the bottom.
Above all, I cannot know when all this began or what mistake made me get to where I am today. It seems that I have lost my passion and do not care about what happens at all. I imagine that I will simply withdraw without fighting any battle. My situation is like that of a forgotten ship at the bottom of the ocean, with no one to guide it to safety or anyone to guide it to dry land. However, it remains waiting for a glimmer of hope that perhaps it will appear and then there will be relief.
Despite all this, my belief that with every hardship there is ease makes me cling to the thin thread of life. Perhaps tomorrow will be better and the voices that have been haunting my mind for years will subside and disappear without anyone to silence or soothe them.