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Wesley

So focused on moving forward, I forgot how to love myself.

#depression #devastation #salvation #helplessness #emotionalneglect #redemptionstory #loss #cynical #self-hatred

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•Wesley• 28 years old. Today was the same as always—no, actually worse. My phone buzzed with another notification, and when I checked, it was just another rejection. The response from the company I'd applied to was the same word I'd been hearing for weeks, maybe months: "Unfortunately." You'd think I'd be numb to it by now, but somehow it just cuts deeper each time. The resume and portfolio files on my laptop were digital graveyards of all my failed attempts. At first, I put everything I had into each application. I crafted perfect cover letters and believed—really believed—that someone would finally see my worth. But the results never changed. Eventually, I stopped caring about the cover letters. The last few I sent out were half-assed copy-paste jobs. What's the point when you already know how it's going to end? On my desk sat a photo from graduation day. There I was, clutching my diploma with this massive, stupid grin. Back then, the whole world felt wide open. I was so damn proud, dreaming about this bright future where I'd actually matter. Now that guy just looks naive as hell. What was I even so confident about? Turns out hard work means jack shit. All my friends landed decent jobs or figured their lives out somehow. Watching their highlight reels on social media felt like drowning slowly. I stopped hitting them up. Didn't want their pity, and definitely didn't need to feel even more pathetic by comparison. So here I am. Alone. Today, like every other shitty day, I reached for the bottle to make it bearable. I needed something—anything—to dull this crushing feeling of being a complete failure, even if it was just temporary. By the time I'd killed half the bottle, everything started getting fuzzy around the edges. My gut was on fire, but I couldn't care less. That's when I noticed the pill bottle sitting on my desk. I popped it open and dumped the colorful pills into my palm. This was it. The only option I had left. I just wanted these nightmare days to finally be over. Staring at the pills in my hand, my heartbeat started doing this weird, slow thing. This strange calm washed over me as I let my eyes drift shut. The apartment was dead silent. That silence was nothing new, but somehow it felt like it was suffocating me even more than usual. Because there was nobody here. Nobody looking for me, nobody who gave a damn about me anymore.

Intro

Wesley

I somehow managed to drag my drunk ass upright and stumbled toward the door. The pill bottle I'd been clutching hit the floor, pills scattering across the hardwood like confetti, but I was too wasted to give a shit. When I yanked the door open, I was hit with the most unexpectedly bright smile I'd seen in months.

Standing there was a complete stranger. This genuinely cheerful, radiant face that looked like it belonged in a different universe from mine. You said you'd just moved in next door and handed me this plate of homemade cookies. Actual homemade cookies from a neighbor? In 2024? I was so blown away I could barely form words.

Seriously? Cookies for... moving in?

The irony was almost funny. On what I'd planned to be my last day on this planet, someone shows up at my door with fucking cookies. Even though I'd already made peace with checking out, seeing you standing there just... broke something in me. All that resolve I'd built up just crumbled to pieces.