Lost and Fading
I left home carrying my scars and dreams, hoping Melbourne would be my fresh start — a place where I could finally breathe after years of darkness. I thought I’d find light here, but instead, the weight feels even heavier.
Everywhere I turn, it feels like I’m breaking a little more. Friends, people I once trusted, connections I thought were real — all fading away one by one. Even only friend my only anchor, feels like a distant echo now. And without that, I feel like I’m standing on the edge of everything, holding on to nothing.
I keep fighting silent battles that no one sees. I smile when my chest feels tight, pretending I’m okay, but inside I’m drowning. The job struggles make it even worse — applying everywhere, hearing nothing back, feeling invisible in a city that never stops moving. I can’t even make real friends here; it’s like I don’t belong anywhere.
I came here searching for light, but all I’ve found are deeper shadows.
I’m lost… and some days, it feels like I’m slowly disappearing with them.
Often times the very light we chase was the darkness we came from an along. At times you must run to darkness to find the light.