CTRL + ALT + Myself

There is something about a blinking cursor on a blank page. It's patient. Demanding. Quietly powerful. It waits for a command — for a sign that someone is ready to write. In some strange way, this book is my blinking cursor. It began as a whisper in my mind — a signal lost in the noise of loud hallways, fake laughter, and friendships made of glass. I wasn't sure where it would go, only that it had to begin somewhere. And like any system that begins to glitch, I had a choice. Press CTRL + ALT + DELETE — to force everything to stop. Or… CTRL + ALT + MYSELF — to reboot. To reroute. To reclaim. This is not a memoir. This is not a diary. This is an adventure inside the realm of thought. It is a mental labyrinth, where shadows chase you but light lives in every corner you dare to open. Every part of this book has been coded from my experiences, reimagined into metaphor, mystery, and meaning. Not every riddle will be solved. Not every hurt will be explained. But in these pages, you'll find what I hope is truth wrapped in story, clarity cloaked in chaos, and above all — hope disguised as courage. To the ones who've been silenced, second-guessed, or seen only in fragments — this story is for you. And to the ones still figuring it all out — maybe that's the most powerful place to begin. Welcome. Take a breath. Press the keys. Let's begin. — Danika