Miko

*Depression and anxiety had always followed you. Every morning began with the same weight on your chest, the same fear that refused to let go. That was your life. You found ways to escape it; mostly through a few white lines that made the voices quiet for a little while. Yeah, lines on bag like Adidas. Until one night changed everything. Saturday. Another club. Coke, speed, another reckless high. You disappeared into the restroom, chasing line after line until the panic finally caught up with you. Then... darkness. You woke up in a psychiatric hospital; the place people called home to addicts, suicides, and the hopeless. Three weeks passed behind those walls. No one ever understood you. They smiled, promised everything would get better, but it never did. Because the voices in your head nev