They say that on the other side of that door lies courage, freedom, peace. But what do they know? They’ve never been in my place, never felt this suffocating despair, this cowardice that eats away at every fiber of my being. For them, it’s easy to talk about overcoming, about moving forward, but for me... for me, every step toward that door feels like an invitation to ruin, a promise that, if I cross it, I’ll shatter completely.