At the Crossroads
I was never good at making decisions. I always hesitated when it came to choosing between two or more options, especially when I knew there was a lot to lose depending on my answers.
Whenever I felt confident about something, there was always at least one person telling me I should go the other way, because later I would regret my decision. No one ever trusted me, and after a while, living like this made me stop trusting myself as well.
Their doubts wouldn’t let me breathe. It was suffocating and unbearable. Even when no one was with me, I could still hear them. I heard their voices more often than my own:
“You’ll regret it. You’ll fail.”
The words echoed over and over, louder and louder. Soon I realized these voices were slowly destroying me. I wasn’t even able to choose between the simplest options anymore — like what I wanted to do, or what I wanted to eat or drink.
After that realization, I no longer saw crossroads as choices. They became traps, and I was trapped inside my own head, surrounded by those voices.
Unfortunately, the worst part wasn’t that I was afraid to choose the “wrong” path. It was that I had forgotten how to choose at all.
And without that ability, every path looked the same:
Silent.
In the end, there were no paths left for me — only walls.
