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#16

I’ve always been the kind of person who believes life is full of joy and opportunities. Someone who wakes up with a positive outlook, who laughs hard and finds happiness in the little things. Extremely ambitious and extremely passionate. Of course, sadness is a part of being human—but I’ve always believed that even after the worst days, I’d bounce back. A good night’s sleep, a deep breath, a reminder of my goals—and I’d be okay.

I’ve always had two clear priorities in life: my career and my loved ones. That’s never changed. But what I didn’t expect was that my love and concern for my family could hit me so hard that it would leave me completely paralyzed. And I don’t mean that metaphorically.

It’s been six nights now. I haven’t slept. I’ve been glued to the news, unable to function, unable to care about anything else. Nothing brings joy. Nothing feels worth doing. It’s like everything bright in life has gone grey. And even though I know others are worried too, I’ve never experienced this level of emotional collapse over someone else’s well-being.

I don’t have answers. I don’t know what to do. And that’s strange for me—because I’ve always been the kind of person who can’t be brought down. Truly, nothing used to shake me.

Now, I just hope this ends soon. The headache. The anxiety. The sleeplessness. The ache in my chest. What will happen?