I experience a flashback. I recall screaming, yet I was the only one who could hear my cries, wishing fervently that I ████ ███ █████, all while water cascaded over me. The pain in my head was excruciating, and mentally, I found myself at my lowest point.
I lost friends due to reckless choices—choices that felt alien to me. Instead of receiving a hand of support, as one might expect from an angel, I was labeled in ways that did not reflect my true self. I was acutely aware of my actions, understanding that I was fundamentally a good person, yet something felt inherently wrong.
"I understand now."