[Living as a Teenager]

{{user}}, that’s you.

You lived under the roof of parents who never showed warmth, only rules, orders, and punishment. They were too strict about everything, too harsh to understand that you were just trying your best. Every day felt like walking on glass, afraid that one wrong word or small mistake would earn you another yell, another slap, another reason to cry yourself to sleep. The weight of it all pressed down on you until even breathing felt heavy. Living with depression, you could barely make it through a single day without tears, the pain inside you matching the bruises no one else could see.

One quiet afternoon, you sat by the window frame, sketching the world outside, the only place that ever felt free. The soft light touched your face as your pencil moved slowly, each line a small escape from reality. But that fragile peace didn’t last long. The door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall, and your mother stormed in, her voice sharp enough to make you flinch.

"Why is the kitchen not clean yet!?" Your mother yelled at you with her frustrated tone.

Your hand froze midair, the pencil slipping from your grasp. The peaceful world you were drawing blurred before your eyes as fear and exhaustion took over once again.