I didnāt really plan on writing this here. This space has always felt lighter to me, mostly about Dhurandhar and the genuinely good people I found because of it. But Iāve been feeling something lately and Iām not sure if itās just me or if others feel it too.
Do you ever feel like your heart is sinking for no clear reason? Not anxiety, not stress, nothing dramatic. Just a quiet, persistent heaviness. A kind of loneliness that sits there even when everything seems fine on the surface.
For the longest time, Iāve been comfortable being alone. I even took pride in it. It felt like something I had figured out early, that I didnāt need people to feel okay. But now Iām starting to wonder if sometimes we convince ourselves of that a little too well. Maybe we learn how to live with loneliness so efficiently that we stop questioning it.
I think part of this is because college is about to end. In a few weeks, everything is going to change. I might have to move away from the people who have become such an important part of my life. And even though we all say distance shouldnāt matter, sometimes it does, and that thought scares me more than I expected.
I still remember my first week in the hostel. I had no friends, I felt completely out of place, and it was one of the lowest I had felt in a long time. Then somehow things changed and I found people who made everything better. It feels strange that Iāve come back to a similar emotional place now, but for a completely different reason. Before, I was lonely because I had no one. Now, Iām afraid because I might lose what I have.
I grew up being alone in many ways. Not a very social childhood, no real sense of having a ābest friend,ā no constant company. So I built this idea that I was enough on my own, and I still believe that in a rational sense. You donāt need another person to complete you. But when you do find people who make you feel seen and understood, it changes how you experience being alone. Itās no longer neutral. It starts to feel like something missing.
I think what really scares me is being forgotten. Or slowly becoming irrelevant in peopleās lives. Being replaced, misunderstood, or quietly judged. Itās strange how these thoughts show up even when nothing has actually gone wrong.
And then thereās everything else thatās coming. The end of college, expectations, exams, jobs, adulthood. It feels like everything is lining up at once. What makes it harder is not just pressure, but the certainty people have about you. When others are already convinced that you will succeed no matter what, it almost feels heavier than doubt. Thereās no room left to fail or even to hesitate.
Sometimes I donāt even know what I want anymore. Or what actually makes me happy. It feels like Iām just moving through things because Iām supposed to, not because Iāve chosen them. Like Iām on autopilot most of the time.
There are days when I wake up feeling low for no specific reason, and then I feel guilty for feeling that way. As if I donāt have the right to feel sad because things could be worse. I know pain isnāt something that should be compared, but the guilt still shows up.
Guilt for being tired. For wanting a break. For wanting connection, or love, or just some kind of pause.
Itās strange how we donāt even feel like we have the time for these things. Not even the time to feel unwell properly.
I donāt know how long Iām going to stay on this space either. I was away from it for almost a decade, only coming back occasionally, like it was something I could visit but not fully belong to. And now that Iām here again, I keep wondering when life will take over in a way that doesnāt leave room for this anymore.
Will I still have the time to come back here, to read, to write, to engage with people the way I do now? Or will this slowly become something I āused to do,ā like so many other things that once mattered?
This has been the only thing Iāve had outside of everything else. The only so-called āside hustle,ā as my friends joke, but it never felt like that to me. It felt like an escape, but also like something real. Something that was mine. In the middle of everything hectic and exhausting, this was the one place that gave me a kind of quiet joy.
The past few months especially have felt different. Almost like I was living two lives. One where everything is structured and expected of me, and another where I could come here and just be⦠someone else, or maybe a version of myself that doesnāt get enough space otherwise.
But I donāt know how long that can last. Thatās the part that keeps coming back to me.
Today, for a moment, I felt like deleting everything. All the posts, the account, just disappearing from here completely. And I donāt even fully understand why. It wasnāt anger or a clear decision. It was more like an urge. A quiet thought that said maybe itās easier to leave before something else takes it away from me.
Maybe it is some kind of self-fulfilling pattern. Ending things before they can change on their own. Before they can mean too much. Before I have to deal with losing them slowly.
I donāt think I actually want to erase this. Not really. But the fact that the thought even came up feels telling in a way I canāt fully explain yet.
But I guess the point of writing all this wasnāt to bring the mood down, for you or for me. I didnāt sit down with that intention. It just⦠came out this way.
At this point it really does sound like a diary entry more than anything else. Maybe thatās all it is.
I think, more than anything, I just wanted to know that Iām not the only one who feels like this sometimes. That this strange mix of heaviness, uncertainty, and fear isnāt something Iām making up in my own head. That Iām not the only one quietly going through it while everything on the outside looks normal.
I donāt think this makes me a lunatic. And I donāt think it makes you one either, if any part of this felt familiar. I think it just means weāre at a point where things are changing, and weāre actually aware of it. And that awareness can feel a lot like loneliness sometimes. Maybe this wasnāt meant to be a perfect post or something neatly put together. Maybe it was just me trying to say, in the only way I could right now, that Iām here, feeling all of this, and wondering if anyone else is too.














