Meena Writes Herself Back👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
At exactly 2:17 a.m., Meena stopped feeling like a person.She was sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the wall, eyes fixed on the half-open window. The night air slipped into the room quietly, like it didn't want to disturb anything.Meena hadn't cried in days.
Not because she was strong… but because something inside her had gone numb.She looked around her room. Everything was the same—bed, table, books.But it all felt like it belonged to someone elseHer eyes slowly moved to the wall in front of her.There were words carved into it.not written craved."DON'T LET THEM NAME YOU."Her breath got stuck in her throat."I didn't write that…" she whispered.But something deep inside her answered—
You did.🙈