23/05/2026
Forty-three minutes past midnight.
The witching hour for the broken. The author of the post fantasizes a peace she cannot manufacture. The teenager in my inbox wants to tear off her own skin or drown herself in sleeping pills. They are both drowning, and there's not a drop of water in sight.
And you can't talk the drowned out of the water.
The average bystander looks at this and offers prayers. Warm words and hollow promises that the sun will rise tomorrow. Too bad the prefrontal cortex goes dark during a somatic flashback. That means no critical thinking, no emotional regulation, and no logic.
Hope is for the living, you see.
There is no poetry here. Only the ugly, visceral truth of a nervous system tearing itself apart. Two burning embers atoning for the sin of existence while their nervous system forgets if they ever lived in the first place.
Welcome to Purgatory.
I am Dr. Murtaza Zakiul Abrar, winner of the Excellence Award for Su***de Prevention & Therapeutic Mastery 2026, recipient of the GHP Client Care Excellence Award 2026.
And this is my showcase.