Iβve always said Iβve never been depressed, but looking back at my first heartbreak, I remember exactly how much it hurt. It was a level of sadness Iβd never felt before. Looking at this drawing, itβs all right there. See that heart-shaped tangle in the middle? Thatβs the weight I was carrying. Itβs like where my love used to be, there was suddenly this heavy, complicated knot of betrayal that I couldn't untie. And all these scribbles? Thatβs the noise. When youβre that hurt, your head gets so loud. On the outside, Iβd be sitting perfectly still, but on the inside, it was just chaotic and confusing. It represents those times I cried silently at night, feeling the full sting of that betrayal, only to wake up and keep a smile on my face all day just to face the world. I wasn't just "stuck"βI was just waiting until I felt light enough to breathe again. π€