The Whispers In The Attic

The Attic Whispers, But I Answer Now

I started writing when my mental health was in pieces. At some point, I didn’t know how to bring myself back to “normal.” For years, I carried things I couldn’t explain, and to make it worse, I added drugs into the mess.

This space is my attempt to tell the truth—messy, painful, sometimes even funny. I know many people won’t understand what I’ve been through, and that’s okay. But if you do, if some part of my story feels like yours, then maybe this is for you too.

I’m not here to preach or to pretend I’ve figured it out. I’m here because I’m alive, I’m still trying, and because sometimes even whispering into the dark feels better than silence.

Status: Active | Updates ongoing | Author: still here | Last update: AUG 2025

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And sometimes writing is the only thing that keeps me alive.

You can buy me a coffee Keep the Light On in the Attic