Novel & Cerita Trapped In Your Own Mind

I asked. "I told you she's sleeping. She needs to take a rest. I'll be in your care for now." *********************************** Darkness. Emptiness. Nothingness. Where am I? Am I back to square one again? Why do I feel like I'm about to lose myself all over? I can see the light ahead of me, but even basking into the warmth of light, I am still aware that darkness is always just a heartbeat away. I always ask myself why. Every hour of the day I asked myself, why do I feel like I am trapped inside my head? That I am stuck in a never ending conversation with myself and still can't figure out the answers to every question.

Giving up isn't an option anymore! -------------------------------------------------------------------- You know the moment in your life in which you blame yourself for everything, and you just want to go back to the past perspective but you can't and you are stuck now in that situation in which you were not supposed to be stuck, but why can't we get through other people's mind and see how this world works? Is this hard to get the knowledge? You know what? I shouldn't have come here. I should have thought thoroughly about the situation before coming here but I didn't. now I'm stuck in my room. The door is locked which I locked myself with myself and he was beating the door nonchalantly; sing

] I stumbled, one hand flying to my temple as the thoughts collided all at once. It wasn't the crowd that overwhelmed me. It was the darkness hiding behind polished smiles and thousand-dollar suits. Every room full of strangers became another collection of secrets I never asked to hear. The ugly ones always cut through the loudest. For a second, I was back in interrogation rooms filled with blood-soaked memories that weren't mine, listening to murderers confess to themselves over and over until I could barely tell where their nightmares ended and mine began. The room tilted. Then warmth wrapped around my waist.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he stepped closer. “I do not want your mind anywhere else tonight,” he said quietly. “I am here,” I replied softly. He studied me carefully. “No,” he said. “Not fully.” I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” His hand lifted gently to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “You are still carrying them,” he said. “Eric. Margaret. Everything. They are still inside your head even when you are standing right in front of me.” I swallowed.

Livia ran until her breath came in ragged gasps as she charged up the stairs. Brown’s words kept ringing in her head—there were only five minutes left. That tiny sliver of time wasn’t enough for both running and thinking. All she could do was pour every ounce of energy into her legs; her brain didn’t have the space to think about anything else. ‘Damn it! Why am I going through this again?’

Everything was enclosed, polished, and deliberate… Just as similar as a trap. A suffocating stillness settled over me. I pressed my forehead to the door, my breathing turned shallow, trying to think, to reason, to find a sliver of clarity. But my body had its own memory— the instinct to protect, to move, to flee— and it battled against the shock in my mind. I was trapped, alone, at the mercy of someone else’s design. Time passed in a haze. The clock on the wall seemed to stretch each second into eternity. And then, finally, the door opened.

It's a never-ending cycle and it gets harder and harder to rise to the surface. I've lost count of how many times I've promised myself I wouldn't do it again. That I would follow the medication as I should. But I always fall into the same trap of my own mind. I convince myself that I'm better, that I can control this on my own. But the truth is that I never can. I never can. And now, here I am, drowning once again in the darkness that I myself have allowed to grow. “Maybe it's the lack of your partner.”

And somewhere, in the back of my fractured, panicking mind, one thought breaks through the chaos. I'm fucked. So, so fucked.

I was trapped, destroyed, and standing over the literal, cold, humming secret of my own stolen

What if she’d been pulling away for months and I just hadn’t noticed? Stop it, I told myself. Stop thinking like this. But the thoughts kept flooding in. They overwhelmed me, and filled every corner of my mind until there was no room for anything else. I knew it was irrational. I knew I was spiraling, but I couldn’t stop. It was like being trapped in my own head, unable to break free.