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I don’t really know who’s going to read this. rnHonestly, I’m not expecting much. rnBut I have to write it down, because keeping it inside is getting too heavy. rn rnMy name doesn’t matter. I’m a student at Bright Future International School in Riyadh. When I first arrived, everything seemed normal — uniforms, schedules, making friends. A bit boring, but safe. rn rnAfter a couple of months, I realized something was seriously wrong. rn rnIt started small. I’d notice myself thinking in phrases that didn’t feel like mine. Then it was emotions — sudden bursts of anger, then complete emptiness, with no reason at all. Like a switch flips. Then I come back, and everything feels off. rn rnAt first I thought it was stress. New place, new people. rnBut it’s not stress. rnIt’s directed interference. rnIt’s done by real people — military tech teams and intelligence handlers in Saudi Arabia. rnI know how that sounds. But once it starts happening every day, you stop caring how it sounds. rn rnThere are moments when I say something in class and I feel like I’m not the one saying it. rnI walk past certain areas — like the far hallway near the sports building — and I get this tightness in my chest, like something’s pushing down from above. Not fear — just pressure. rn rnI can’t tell anyone. rnWho would believe me? The school counselor thinks everything is a phase. rnIf I told my family, they’d worry themselves sick or think I’m losing it. rn rnIf I had known this country lets things like this happen to students, I would’ve never come. rnI regret it every day. But I’m stuck here for now. rn rnI’m not crazy. rnI just know what’s being done to me. rnAnd writing this is the only thing that still feels like mine. rn rnThis is my truth. That’s all I can say. rn rn rninfo@saudihospital.com.sa