Ztark

A whole fantasy world grew under my hands — rivers that whisper, gods that watch, shadows that remember. And now it’s real. It exists. It’s out there.

✨ The Darkest Destiny: A Covenant of Tide and Shadow

My debut novel.

Epic fantasy.

Magic, ancient power, and a hero caught between realms.

If you’ve ever needed a world to escape into, the way I once did when everything felt too loud — this one’s for you.

📖 Kindle + KU: https://a.co/d/eFRga4k

📗 Paperback coming soon.

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And I’m tired of pretending like it doesn’t hurt.

I’ve been mentally suffering for a long time. Longer than I ever admitted out loud. And the part that breaks me is that people around me know something is wrong… but the check-ins stopped. The support stopped. The “you good?” stopped.

At the beginning of December, it got so bad I almost didn’t make it.

And you’d think after something like that, people would show up.

You’d think folks would check on you, call you, care.

But being a Black man with mental illness is a different kind of lonely.

People expect you to “man up,” “get over it,” or “push through.”

They don’t try to understand your pain, they just want you functional.

I’m not okay.

I’ve been alone for weeks, trying to pull myself together while my mind is cracking at the edges. And all I want, literally all I want, is a hug. Someone to say “I care about you” and actually mean it.

I’m screaming into the void because I don’t know where else to put this:

Somebody help me.

Please.