I write this story with a heavy heart. People say money can buy happiness but it is only valid to a certain extent. The truth is it only prevents certain forms of unhappiness.
Loved ones and people in their lives are only there for a finite period of time.
Once they are gone you are unable to spend time with them anymore, making money is the basis of surviving in this cruel world but does it mean it should take away the time you can spend with your loved ones?
I have fallen into a deep depression and everything looks hopeless. The mental strain I am facing daily is escalating to a point where I am thinking of ending it all.
Birth, Aging, Sickness and eventually Death is the cycle of life that none can escape.
I feel like my life is tormenting me. But I have to stay strong for those still around and have hope in me.
If one day I am no longer around in this world it just means that people who mean something to me are completely gone from my life.
They are the only pillars that still support me and help hold onto my mental clarity but only by a thread.
I always appear strong in front of my family and others but deep down I have been always very fragile and I falsely put up a strong front. But I have my limits. Putting on a fake smile and acting like nothing is wrong is very tiring. Acting like I am cruel and I don’t care is my way of showing I am ok. But the truth is, I am far from it.
Living a life of regrets is something no one wants to go through but it still exists and reflects in a form of guilt.
If anyone out there is facing something similar and seeks a path to find hope, turn to those who are still around.