I’ve disappeared a bit because honestly I’ve been fighting just to exist lately.

The depression has become heavy again. The kind that empties everything out. Pain grinding away all day. Sleep broken. Thoughts slow. Motivation gone. Even basic things feel impossible some days. I sit down to work on Aimless and just stare at the screen feeling absolutely nothing except exhaustion and guilt for abandoning it.

I’ve spent so long analysing medications, tracking symptoms, trying to stay controlled and stable that my head feels burnt out from constantly watching itself. Somewhere in all of this I drifted astray from living and ended up stuck surviving hour to hour.

The worst part is how small life becomes when depression and pain join together. Days blur. Time disappears. You stop replying to people. Stop creating. Stop caring about things you normally love.

I haven’t vanished because I’m better.

I vanished because I’m struggling.