jhanvi

I was lost in my illusion for almost 1.5 years.

The worst combination is heavy heart and anxious mind.

When I saw him yesterday, an overwhelming urge surged through me—to seize him, not gently, but with every ounce of strength, like reclaiming something that’s rightfully mine. The intensity of that desire hit me like a wave, leaving me with a sudden drop in my chest, and then, a numbness washed over everything.

I have this habit of destroying my favorite things when I am angry. I regret it deeply, but in those moments, it feels necessary. It’s my way of controlling the tempest inside me, of bringing calm to the chaos. Breaking something precious is like releasing the pressure valve, allowing me to breathe again.