04/06/2025
I almost gave up on myself.
At 21, I was drowning. The pressure to be perfect, to succeed, to smile through everything—I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world. I failed a semester in school, my friendships were crumbling, and I had no idea who I was anymore. I stopped getting out of bed, stopped dreaming, and started believing the world would be better off without me.
One day, I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn’t recognize—tired, empty, but still alive. That was my turning point. I decided to try, just one more time. I reached out to a counselor. I started journaling my thoughts. I deleted contacts that drained me and replaced judgment with grace.
Healing wasn’t instant. There were tears, silence, and lonely nights. But each time I showed up for myself, I got a little stronger. I started celebrating small wins—getting out of bed, saying “no,” speaking up. Slowly, the fog lifted.
Today, I still stumble, but I don’t give up. I’ve learned that falling apart doesn’t make me weak—it makes me human. And choosing to rise again? That makes me powerful.
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