Journal, May 20

Every day, I wake up in a haze, wondering if this will be the day I finally break free from the torment inside my head. It’s exhausting, living like this, surrounded by visions and whispers that no one else can see or hear. My mind is a labyrinth of confusion, where reality and illusion blend into a cruel joke that never ends.

I see him everywhere. His face, so achingly familiar, appears in the most unexpected places. He’s there, standing at the foot of my bed, his eyes filled with the love that I once knew so well. We talk, just like we used to. His voice is a soothing balm to my shattered soul, and for those fleeting moments, I almost believe it’s real. But deep down, I know it’s just another cruel trick. He’s gone, and no matter how much I want to, I can’t bring him back.

The pain in my heart is a constant, gnawing presence. It’s a physical ache that never goes away, a reminder of the void he left behind. I’m trapped in this endless cycle, where my mind conjures up his presence just to rip it away again. I can’t tell anymore what’s real and what’s not. Every shadow, every whisper, every glance feels like a dagger, slicing through the thin veil of my sanity.

People tell me to move on, to let go of the past, but they don’t understand. How can I move on when he’s still here, haunting my every step? How can I let go when his voice still lingers in the air, his…