Yet here you are, living with thoughts that feel so real, yet everyone else says they’re not. You see things, things that scare you, but to everyone else, they don’t exist. It’s like you’re living in a different reality from everyone else, almost like living in a constant nightmare.

You’re awake in the middle of the night. Again. Tossing, turning, pacing, your mind won’t quiet down.

When was the last time you slept?

For so long now, you’ve been hoping for things to get better. For the voices to quiet down. For the scary visions to go away.. But, instead of getting better, things are getting worse.

You are desperate for change, but you can’t even imagine what “better” would look like now. It’s overwhelming. You wonder if you’ll ever escape the haunting images that make you jump at every little sound, keeping you on edge, always fearing a breakdown.

You’re searching for a place where you can just be yourself, and figure out what’s happening to you.

A place where you can feel safe, where you can take off the mask of “everything’s okay” that’s been exhausting you. You’re trying to find a way to talk about what’s going on with you, to connect with others, before you lose those relationships. you don’t want them to think you’re crazy or weird and what feels even worse is not being able to talk about it at all.

You want to believe that things will get better. You want to believe that you will come back. That you will come back into your room, into a reality without shadows and without voices.