Treatment-resistant depression is brutal, but after eight days since my last treatment, I finally felt a stretch of real stability. Sleep returned, mood leveled, and for once, the Wild Wild West of my brain quieted just enough to feel like I could breathe again.

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.

A raw, vulnerable look at feeling completely drained, emotionally exhausted, and alone — yet still fighting for a sense of meaning, grounding, and self-worth. A quiet reminder that survival sometimes looks like simply staying here.