A Dark Day in a Woman’s Life

Dear Delyara, I woke up again today—not to embrace a new day, but to endure the weight pressing on my chest. Mornings feel like nightmares. Even before I open my eyes, I feel the heaviness of the world. My phone remains silent—no messages, no connection. Just emptiness. I walk through my home slowly, hoping today might feel different—but it never does. When I look in the mirror, I see a woman who feels like a stranger. Tired eyes, pale skin, and no trace of a smile. At work, I smile in front of others, but it’s just a mask. Inside, I am breaking. By afternoon, the exhaustion becomes unbearable. Headaches, stomach pain—silent struggles no one sees. In the evening, the silence of my home becomes suffocating. Sometimes, I feel like I can’t go on. Dark thoughts appear—telling me the world would go on without me. But then, a memory of my mother’s smile appears like a small light in the darkness… and stops me. I write this letter hoping to be heard—hoping to know I am not alone.