There are days when thinking itself becomes a risk.
This story follows, within the rhythms of ordinary life, the astonishment of someone who realizes that the mind can be invaded — intrusive thoughts, fear, guilt, shame, and a quiet longing to simply be normal.

Everything unfolds over twenty-four hours: automatic gestures, invisible rituals, the struggle to silence what grows out of control, and the forced coexistence with what cannot be expelled.

Each line is an invitation to inhabit the confusion of the body, the silence of a room, the sense of isolation even among voices and routines.

There are no promises of comfort, only the honesty of existing — even when thought itself feels like an intimate enemy.

This story is for anyone who has feared their own mind, for those who have wanted to apologize for what they think, for those who know that living often means learning to coexist with what cannot be said.