It felt like I was the only person in the room without a script. I was unknowingly cast in a psychological thriller where every day brought a new betrayal or a mind game so absurd it defied logic. From a friend’s girlfriend screaming accusations about my husband out of thin air to being falsely accused of an affair myself, I was trapped in a cycle of "psychological warfare." I watched as the people I loved chose to believe the most toxic voices in the room over mine. Amidst addiction and emotional shredding, the gaslighting became so constant I began to second-guess my own eyes and ears. This wasn't a life; it was a soap opera with no exit and no director. Surrounded by manipulators who fed on chaos, I was left screaming from the inside for a rescue that never came. In the end, I realized no one was coming to save me—I had to crawl out of that hell on my own. "It wasn't a relationship anymore. It was survival.”