Dream

There were days when it all felt like a dream—the people, the stories, the drugs. A hazy blur of chaos where fear and confusion clung to me like smoke. I didn’t trust anyone—not them, not the world, not even myself. But somewhere in that fog, I realized the only person I could trust was me. That quiet voice buried under all the noise, the one still holding on. I finally saw a way out. And sometimes, even now, I catch myself wondering—was it really real? Did I really survive all of that? Because some memories feel too wild, too painful, too surreal to have actually happened. But they did. And I’m still here.

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