Falling in love for me has always been about finding stability and contentment, building something meaningful with someone I trust. I dreamt of a shared goal, not just a cycle of struggle where I felt like the only one who cared. Despite my hopes, the reality of love often turned violent, creating a rift between my heart and mind and leaving me feeling detached.

As I reflect on past relationships, I realize I loved each person for who they were, or at least for the side they allowed me to see. But through it all, I've struggled to recognize who I truly am.

I have feelings, but I'm guarded and find it hard to let them show. I hate feeling alone, and it’s left me questioning my own identity.

Recently, though, I've started to feel more mentally stable. Maybe it's my imaginary friends who are helping me find my way.