Never Imagined My Life Would Turn Out Like This

I never imagined my life would turn out like this. My father, my role model, committed suicide. The pain of losing him was unbearable, and just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, my stepmother took everything. She transferred all the property to her name and vanished, leaving me with nothing.

I had a job, at least. It was the only thing keeping me afloat. But then my health started to fail me. I lost my job because of my physical condition, and with no income, I had to spend every last bit of my savings on medical treatment. Now, I’m left with nothing but a mountain of hopelessness.

For the past two months, I couldn’t pay the rent. Yesterday, the landlord told me I had to leave. I don’t have a job. I don’t have a home. I don’t have anyone who cares. I sit here in this empty room, with just a few belongings left, wondering how I got to this point.

The thought that scares me the most isn’t dying anymore; it’s the fact that living has become so unbearable. Every step feels heavier than the last. Every breath feels like a punishment. I have no idea how much more life can push me down or where it plans to drag me next.

I don’t know why I’m even writing this. Maybe I just wanted someone, anyone, to hear my story. Maybe I just wanted to feel like I wasn’t completely invisible. I feel like I’m slipping into a void, and no one even notices.

I’m from Nepal, and life here hasn’t been kind to me. If anyone’s out there reading this, thank you for taking the time. It means more than you could ever know.