When Things Got Messy

And how I learned to fix them

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You know how sometimes a loose string on your favorite blanket can make the whole thing start to unravel? That’s kind of what happened to me not too long ago. It wasn’t one big explosion, just a slow fade, like the lights in your room getting dimmer and dimmer.

I didn’t even know how I ended up in that dim place. Would it ever get bright again? Every day felt the same, like wearing a super heavy coat I just couldn’t take off. Even tiny jobs felt like climbing huge mountains.

Talking to people? Ugh, that was hard. I was so scared I’d say something wrong, or that everyone would see how worried and tired I was inside. You see, I write stories. The worst part was looking at a blank page.

Words, which used to be my best friends, suddenly felt like strangers. I’d just sit there, staring at the empty screen. My mind was empty too. Or, even worse, it was full of mean thoughts about myself.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t write anything. It was like a locked door, and I had lost the key. That empty feeling was a very sad kind of hurt. It’s a strange kind of lonely feeling when you’re falling apart inside.

Outside, I probably looked okay. Maybe my eyes looked a little tired, or my smile didn’t quite reach them. But inside, I felt…