Debbie's days blurred together in a monotonous loop. She woke up late, barely ate, and spent hours scrolling through her phone, hoping for something anything— that might break the silence. She longed for connection, for someone to notice her pain, but she couldn't bring herself to reach out.
Her nights were the hardest. The quiet darkness brought her face to face with her deepest fears: that she was destined to be alone, that she had poured all her love into someone who never truly valued her.
Without money, she couldn't even afford small distractions.
No café trips to study, no gym sessions to work out her stress. The walls her room became both her sanctuary and her prison.