My Sickly Diary: Grim Reaper, Save Me

A year after surgery, everything changed—but the mental scars cut deeper than any blade. Flipping through my diary, I watched my own mind unravel, page by page, spiraling into darkness I couldn't escape. Chronic illness doesn't just break your body; it devours your soul, leaving nothing but whispers of "I'm broken... I'm sick..." I tried editing out the despair, but every entry screams the same truth: I'm drowning, and I don't know how to save myself. When hope dies, who answers your call?