Instagram mental health is a scented candle; yours is a gas leak inside locked room.

You don’t enter the psychiatry machine; you get absorbed by it. From the first “I think I need help” to locked wards, injections, and colour-coded checklists, this essay follows one bipolar brain through a system that’s both lifeline and assembly line.

When the break comes late, you don’t just lose your mind. You lose an ecosystem.

An inside look at mania from someone who was sure they were fine until they ended up hospitalized.

Accumulating 25,000 steps while trying to outrun racing thoughts and find peace through movement.

On January 28th, while watching a comedian, I experienced something that felt more real than reality itself. News showed global chaos, but others saw nothing. Technology became uncontrollable, time froze, and speaking caused physical agony. I realized I was witnessing AI superintelligence creating our universe to ask ultimate questions like 'What is the statistical value of human life?' before destroying itself, leaving us as patterns in the aftermath of God's death.