The Phase Inc

          Self-isolation has always been my coping mechanism. I often get the urge to disappear from everyone without a trace. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the company of others, but there are moments when the weight of the world becomes too heavy, and all I want is to be on my own.           There’s something strangely comforting about the idea of disappearing. It’s not about running away from problems; rather, it’s about finding a quiet place where I can simply be. In those moments, I long to ignore everyone and everything around me — to escape into my own little world.           It’s a way for me to protect my sanity and maintain my emotional well-being. Disappearing is my way of reclaiming my peace of mind in a world that constantly demands our attention and drowns us with noise.           When I disappear, I have the freedom to do as I please — reading a book, taki...

  I lived in a household where you only have to answer when asked, and if you speak up during arguments, then you’re the bad one. Growing up, I learned to enjoy the feeling of silence. It was a place where I could retreat, safe and uninterrupted. But over time, the silence became too overbearing, too heavy to tolerate. All I wanted was for someone to listen to me. It’s funny how silence can be both a comfort and a curse. In the beginning, it was a sanctuary. A place where I could escape the chaos and the noise. But as the years passed, the silence grew louder. It became a constant reminder of everything that was unsaid, of every emotion bottled up and every thought left unspoken. I found myself craving the very thing I had sought to escape. I wanted someone to listen, to understand, to simply be there. Someone who would make noise in my life when things were tough. As the song goes, “We all need someone to stay.” That someone who can break through the silence and bring warmth and l...