I sat back on the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
The room felt smaller, the walls closer than before.
I needed to think, to plan, but my mind was a tangle of emotions and unanswered questions.
I picked up my phone, hesitating before unlocking it.
My best friend’s name was at the top of the missed calls list.
What would they say if they knew?
Would they understand?
Would they judge me like everyone else seemed to?
The thought of reaching out felt like stepping off a ledge into the unknown.
But staying silent felt like drowning in a sea of my own making.
