There was a time in my life when everything felt like it was falling apart. I would wake up in the morning and ask myself, “What’s the point of this life?” Nothing was going right — not school, not work, not even relationships. I felt like I was walking in darkness while pretending to smile in the light.
I remember one day sitting alone in my room, phone in hand, scrolling through social media, watching other people seem so happy, so successful. And me? I felt stuck, lost, and tired of trying. I even thought maybe the world wouldn’t miss me if I just disappeared.
But something happened.
It wasn’t big. It was just a message from someone who barely knows me. They said: “Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you inspire me with your strength. I hope you're okay.”
Chomie, those words hit different. I cried. I cried not because I was sad — but because someone saw me, even in my mess. That message reminded me that I matter. That my life has value, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
From that day, I decided to fight for myself again. Not for anyone else — but for me. I started reading more, journaling, praying, even taking small walks outside. I reminded myself that healing is not fast, but it is possible.
And here I am today. Still healing. Still learning. But I’m alive. I’m standing.
So if you're reading this and you're tired of life, please don’t give up. You’re not alone. You are stronger than you think. And your story is not over yet
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