Trigger Warning
Sometimes, late at night,
when the pain is too loud and sleep refuses to come,
I swear there is something inside me that does not belong.
Not illness.
Not imagination.
Something that breathes when I breathe.
Something that tightens when I break.
Something that feels…
like it is watching the world through my eyes.
And lately,
it has started whispering back.
⚠️ Trigger Warning
Before you read my story…
I need you to understand something.
This is not a gentle world.
My body is not kind to me.
My mind is not always a safe place to live in.
Inside these pages there is pain that does not fade when the chapter ends.
There is illness.
Exhaustion.
Grief that settles into bone.
You will find panic.
Memories that refuse to stay buried.
Thoughts that grow heavy in the dark.
There is love here too…
But not the soft, effortless kind.
If you are looking for comfort,
for lightness,
for something untouched by hurt…
You may not find it here.
But if you have ever lived inside a body that feels like a battlefield,
if you have ever carried sadness so quietly no one noticed,
Then perhaps this story will feel familiar.
Walk carefully.
— Nina
