her against the world.

Her life lately has been a shit show. Her world is falling apart; all she can do is stand behind without knowing what she should do and what will happen next. She barely expresses these shitty feelings because it’s just a waste of time. Nobody is willing to hear or understand, or even try to help without judging her instead of the situation.

Being a woman living alone in the city, surviving to feed herself and her family is not as dreamy as it looks. It’s not like the cheap TV shows that last for two hours. It feels like an eternal torture that she will never be able to avoid.

How long can she hide? How long can she run? How long can she pretend she’s living her dream because everyone pushes her to be grateful for what she has now and then? She keeps asking herself.

She’s grateful. She’s grateful for the restlessness and the sleepless nights. For every moment that she feels the world is against her. For everyone who stares at her as if she’s the true villain, without knowing that her back is hurting, her eyes are sore, and sometimes she cannot even feel that she’s breathing. Is she living or just surviving?

It’s not nice since she started to hate her life. She started to question herself. Because everyone seems to hate her. They were immediately against her. Did she hurt them with her pain? Did her pain cause them pain?

But why should she care when they don’t even ask about her? Why does she keep worrying about them being in pain?

And she’s not doing anything wrong. She’s just a girl living alone in the city, defending herself from the cruel world, the broken systems, the people who always try to drag her down, and the surprises the world gives her.

Bet she will never give up. She may be feeling low right now, but she’ll figure out how to get her life back. She will.