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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 9: The Letter I Never Sent

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 9: The Letter I Never Sent**


I wish I could’ve told you:


How I stopped going to class.

How I sat alone in that corner room for weeks, saying nothing.

How I left the city with nothing but a few clothes, a notebook,

and a storm that wouldn't quiet inside my chest.


And how, for a moment...

I wondered if the world would even notice if I disappeared.


But I didn’t disappear.


Because I remembered what you once said:


> “Some storms come to clear the path, not block it.”


---


Now, I’m learning how to live again.

Not just breathe — live.


To open windows.

To open my heart.

To fight not just for escape —

but for purpose.


And every time I stumble forward,

I hear your voice in the quiet between my doubts.


I don’t know if you’ll ever read this.

But if you do —


Know this:


I’m still here.

And I’m still trying.


Thank you...

For believing in the version of me I hadn’t yet met.


I think I’m finally becoming him.


With love,

🖋️ — *Viyan*


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