Crises, Nerves, and the Need for Peace

There are moments in life when I feel like I just can't take it anymore. When everything piles up, when each day brings a new crisis, when there seems to be no balance at all.

Honestly, I feel like banging my head against a wall—literally. Just like a cat playfully bumps into a wall, I feel the same way sometimes, but it's no longer a game. I'm fed up with everyone's crises, with nerves, with the endless chaos around me.

On top of that, my relationship seems to be falling apart day by day. I no longer know what to do, what to say, or what to feel. Nothing seems to work, and each day brings a new frustration. The people around me are trapped in an endless cycle of dissatisfaction: "They don't love me," "I don't know what I want," "I can't find my place." And me? I'm here, exhausted, exasperated, trying to navigate this mess without losing myself completely.

I've come to the conclusion that even the gentlest cat gets fed up at some point. There comes a time when all you want is peace and quiet. I wish I could escape somewhere far away, to a cold and tranquil place, far from all these struggles. Maybe on a glacier, where nothing can reach me.

And on top of everything, there's also the job issue. If you don’t have a certain qualification, you’re not accepted. If your file isn't perfect, you don’t matter. In this city, I feel like there’s nothing left for me, like I keep running into an invisible wall holding me back. And that infuriates me.

I feel trapped in a vicious cycle of dissatisfaction, exhaustion, and lack of perspective. I just want peace. I just want to breathe without feeling suffocated by the weight of each day.

Maybe tomorrow will be better. Or maybe not. But until then, I hold onto the hope that one day, I’ll find a place where I can truly feel at peace.