Insomnia and hypomania tag-teamed my life in the worst way — ten days of almost no sleep, racing thoughts, and the kind of despair that makes tomorrow feel impossible. This is what it looked like, and how I pulled myself back before the spiral took me out.

A raw look into the mental fight behind insomnia, loneliness, and feeling misunderstood. This post explores the nightly war nobody sees — and the quiet hope that one day, things will finally shift.

Restless nights feel endless — my body exhausted, my mind refusing to shut down. Writing and drawing are the only things that quiet the chaos for a moment. I’m still waiting for the night where my brain finally lets me rest.