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I was sixteen when everything started to feel like it was closing in on me. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow, quiet, and almost unnoticeable at first—like the dimming of a light I didn’t realize was fading. I had always been the kind of student who strived for excellence, who showed up on time, tried […]

For the longest time, I believed that if something bad happened to me, it was because I let it happen. Maybe I wasn’t strong enough. Maybe I didn’t fight hard enough. Maybe I should have seen it coming. These “maybes” became the background noise of my life, and no matter how much I tried to

I had so much to say but no words to say it. Every time I tried, my throat tightened, my mind went blank, and I convinced myself it wasn’t important anyway. No one had ever really listened before—why would this time be any different? But that day, they did. They didn’t interrupt. They didn’t tell

I grew up in a home where yelling was normal, where silence was a punishment, and where love always felt like something I had to earn. I didn’t know anything different, so I assumed that’s just how life was. It was only when I saw my friend’s family that I realized not every home feels

I always thought that if I ignored the things that hurt me, they would go away. It worked for a while—at least that’s what I told myself. But then, small things started affecting me in big ways. A friend not replying to my texts felt like rejection. A simple mistake at work made me feel

For years, I struggled with persistent sleep problems that left me feeling exhausted and drained. Seeking a solution, I turned to meditation, practicing mindfulness techniques to calm my mind and body. This practice significantly improved my sleep quality, a benefit supported by research indicating that mindfulness meditation can effectively treat aspects of sleep disturbances –

For the longest time, I kept running—from my emotions, from my thoughts, from the things I didn’t want to face. Every time something hurt me, I either overthought it or ignored it, hoping it would go away. But it never did. Then one day, I did something different. I sat with myself. No distractions, no

There was a time in my life when everything felt overwhelming like I was running endlessly but had no idea where I was going. The pressure, the expectations, the constant self-doubt. it all felt like a never-ending loop, suffocating me. I tried to ignore it, to convince myself that I could handle it alone. But

Being bullied in school for having a wheatish complexion made my growing years extremely difficult. It shattered my self-confidence and self-esteem, pushing me into an introverted personality where I hesitated to try anything new. Over time, this lack of confidence turned into hyper-aggressive behavior—self-harm, breaking things, and lashing out became my way of coping. Entering