Days 24-33: A Mess, A Break, and A Fight Back

Not every week is productive. Not every day goes as planned. Sometimes, everything falls apart before you even realize what’s happening.

The past ten days were just that—a complete mess.

The Downfall

It started with overthinking, which returned like an old nemesis waiting for an opportunity. One random thought led to another, spiraling into a mental fog that lasted multiple days with traumatizing mental health issues. No progress, no motivation, just a state of mind where nothing made sense. I tried to pull myself back, but the damage was already done.

Then came the health issues. Nothing major, but enough to slow me down even further. My routine was already broken, and this just added to the pile, and just kept on getting worse.

For a brief moment, things got better. I went home for Ugadi, thinking a change of environment would help. And it did—to an extent. Being around family, celebrating a festival, and feeling something positive for the first time in days. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t okay.

The Breaking Point

Just when I thought I was getting back on track, life threw another punch. A sudden fight, unexpected and draining. Something completely out of my control. And in that moment, I almost gave up on everything—this blog, my learning, my job search, everything I had been working towards.

For a few hours, I genuinely considered just stopping. Letting it all go. Because what’s the point of fighting when everything keeps falling apart?

The Fight Back

But here’s the thing. No matter how bad it gets, there’s always a tiny part inside that refuses to quit. A small voice that says, "Not yet."

And that voice is why I’m writing this.

• My study plan is a mess right now.

• My progress is inconsistent.

• I’m still jobless.

• I’m mentally broken

• Financially? Worse than ever.

• I have no clear direction.

But I haven’t quit.

I don’t have a plan yet. I don’t know what’s next. But I do know one thing—I won’t stay down forever.

This blog is proof that I’m still here. Still fighting. Even if it’s messy, even if I don’t know where I’m heading, I refuse to stop.

So, let’s see where this goes.