“I don't even know what part of my life I'm in anymore. I'm not broken, but I'm not healed. I'm not sad, but I'm not happy either. I wake up, do things, talk to people, laugh at texts; just enough to look fine. But deep down? It's like I'm stuck in a version of life that doesn't feel like mine. I keep thinking I'll snap out of it. That one day it'll all make sense again. But it doesn't. It just keeps going. And I keep existing in it. Quietly. Numbly. Like I'm watching my own life from outside of it. Is this what growing up is supposed to feel like? Because if it is, no one warned me it would feel this lonely.”