Sorrow is an insatiable force, consuming you from back to front like a relentless beast dominating your thoughts. The realization that loved ones were doing their best for me, yet an overwhelming sense of loneliness persisted, was the most heart-wrenching. Every shared moment seemed to transform into something ominous. I became the architect of my problems, returning home drained from the cacophony in my mind, opting to sleep to escape it all. Living felt like a nightmare, especially as the night approached when the voices grew stronger. The fusion of insomnia and depression became an inescapable duo.
