This is not a story.. but just my thoughts.. And maybe yours too if we are in the same situation...

It's more like my story... My life...

I am insomniac... That means u can't sleep well at nights. It has been happening for the past two years. I've been living on one to two hour sleeps.

I come from a place where depression, anxiety and insomnia are just words. They aren't considered as an illness.

They aren't considered as disorders.. but they are just phases..

You feel anxious? You aren't strong enough. You feel depressed? You are swimming in self pity. You can't sleep? You think too much.

I come from a place where self harm is a taboo. You cut your arm? You failed in love. There will be only one reason. For everything you feel.

I come from a place where your thoughts are suppressed. Where your voice isn't heard and your wings are cut even before you think of flying.

It's not the place I come from.. but the people. The people who think with narrow minds and sometimes don't think at all.

I am writing this book out of frustration, anger and vain.

Please continue if you think you can read and handle... Otherwise please leave. I have nothing to loose.

And if you decided to stay with me till the end... I don't know when that will be.. Thank you.