If this note has found its way to you it means I've stepped out of the frame, leaving behind more questions than answers. I spent a lot of nights staring at the ceiling wondering if the shadows cast by the streetlights were messages I couldn’t decode. My laughter was loud wasn't it? Designed to fill the silence that crept up whenever the crowd thinned.
I'm not writing this to lay down a map of my escape or to leave you with a heart heavy with sorrow. This is about the conversations we never had, about the words that got lost in translation between my mind and my mouth. It’s about the nights I wished someone would ask "But are you really okay?"
To the soul reading this, who recognises the echo of their own thoughts in these words: I hope you find the courage I couldn’t. Not in grand gestures but in the quiet moments you decide to dial a number, to send a text that says, “I’m not okay,” and to believe that it’s the first step towards seeing the sunrise in a new light.
I wanted my story to be a mirror not a map. To reflect the moments of hope that exist in asking for help in reaching out, in breaking the silence that surrounds us. Let’s rewrite the story on vulnerability, make it our strength and find solace in the shared whispers of our struggles.
So, here's to the stories untold to the voices unheard, and to the belief that tomorrow can be different. May we all find our way through the night, together.
Take care, The Name They Knew Me By
**No, I'm not suicidal. It's just art with a message.**
February 9th, 2024
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