Some days, my mind feels like a hallway with too many doors.
I open one and forget why I opened it. I walk into a room and lose the reason I came. I start a thought, and it slips through my hands like water. The confused part of me is not loud. It does not shout. It just stands there blinking at everything.
This part asks simple questions that never get simple answers.
βWhy do I feel like this?β
βWhat am I supposed to do next?β
βWhy does everyone else seem to understand life better than I do?β
It is not stupid. It is overwhelmed.
When people talk, I sometimes feel like I am reading subtitles that move too fast. I catch half of what they say. I nod. I hope it was the right time to nod. Later, I replay it all in my head and try to decode what I missed.
Confusion makes me doubt myself. It makes small tasks feel bigger than they are. It makes choices feel like traps. If I pick wrong, will everything fall apart?
But this part of me is also curious. It is always looking. Always trying to understand. Even when it feels lost, it is still searching.
Maybe confusion is not weakness. Maybe it is my mind trying to build a map in a world that keeps changing.
