The back pages
The silence of being forgotten by the people who are supposed to care about you is its own kind of death. When the days blur together, the phone stays silent, and even eating feels impossible, you start to wonder how much of you can disappear before anyone notices.
It’s been a year since I was in the hospital getting help for my mental health, and on the day I was discharged, my relationship ended. I never imagined I’d have to deal with both at once, and a year later, I’m still trying to make sense of it all. This is what happens when life kicks you while you’re already down, and all you can do is pick yourself up and keep going.