It started slow, just a voice in my mind,
Saying things like, “You\u2019re useless, you\u2019ll never find
Peace in this life, nothing feels right.”
At first, I ignored it, kept it out of sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But soon it got louder, hard to ignore,
I started to wonder what life was for.
I smiled in the day, but cried in the dark,
Feeling like I was falling apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought of leaving, just ending it all,
The world felt heavy, like I was too small.
No one would miss me, I thought to myself,
Maybe the world would be better without my help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But somewhere deep down, a tiny voice stayed,
Telling me maybe I could still be saved.
It was hard to believe, I felt so weak,
But that little voice wouldn\u2019t let me retreat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I told a friend, I broke down and cried,
And they didn\u2019t leave, they stayed by my side.
They told me, \u201cYou matter, you\u2019re not alone,\u201d
And slowly, I felt less like a stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found a therapist, someone to talk,
Step by step, I learned to walk.
They taught me to breathe, to face my fears,
And little by little, I dried my tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It wasn\u2019t easy, not by a mile,
But for the first time, I started to smile.
I realized life isn\u2019t perfect or clear,
But it\u2019s worth living, even through fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, when the thoughts creep back into view,
I know what to do, I know what\u2019s true.
I am more than my sadness, more than my pain,
I\u2019m here to stay, I\u2019m here to remain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So if you\u2019re like me, feeling lost and low,
Just know that it\u2019s okay to let it show.
Reach out for help, don\u2019t fight it alone,
There\u2019s light ahead, more than you\u2019ve known.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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