Cinema Saved Me From Myself. I’ve always been a movie person no… | by Krat | Aug, 2025

I’ve always been a movie person no, more than that. A cinephile. The kind of guy who could put life itself on pause just to sit in the dark and watch.

And when I say watch, I don’t mean scrolling through whatever hollow excuse of entertainment flashes on a screen. I mean cinema. True cinema.

For an entire year, when depression wrapped itself around me like a fog, movies became my oxygen. From the crackling silence of black-and-white reels, to the golden age of monochrome sound, all the way to the chaos of today I devoured it all.

Language was never a barrier. Subtitles were doorways. And somewhere between opening monologues and closing credits, I found a place where I could finally breathe.

Because when I lost track of myself in film, I felt alive.
And in losing myself, I discovered something greater.

But watching wasn’t enough.

I wanted to speak that love out loud, so I turned to Letterboxd. Little reviews became my voice. Still, words alone felt too small for what cinema gave me.

So I started making digital posters for every movie I watched. Every day three films, sometimes four. Friends thought I was insane, “wasting time, not focusing on life.” But I didn’t care. Movies mattered.

The posters felt like proof. Proof that I had seen, that I had felt. Soon, I had nearly two hundred.

At first, people loved them. Then, as the internet always does, the mood shifted. Some called it cringe. And me, being far too sensitive, shut down.

I stopped posting.
The passion was still burning inside me, but the judgment was louder.

So I did what I always do I created a secret life.
A second account. An anonymous heaven.

And in that hidden space, strangers appreciated my work. They didn’t know me. They only knew the art. And somehow, that was enough.

For a while.

Because even in that silence, I realized something was missing. I had the passion, I had the craft

But I didn’t have a tribe.

To be continued…