The Art of Being One’s Own Healer...

   The Art of Being One’s Own Healer...

Life has taught me so many lessons I never wished to learn — not in this life, not in any. Strange, isn’t it? How life pushes you to learn by hook or by crook.

Dammit, I can’t forget that downfall — from the late 2020s till now. Those nights when I cried silently, begging sleep to come, praying with a heavy heart and eyes full of tears. I will never forget that pain.

But the most important part of that fall?

One day, I healed my own mind and heart. I told myself — one day, I’ll come out of this shitt.

The pain grew heavier each day. Nobody helped me. The world made me rude. And me — a silly woman — I never begged for help. Even my own people knew what I was going through, yet none stood beside me.

Then, a stranger did.

And slowly, the day came when I rose again. That “shitt” I fought was called Depression. And I never told anyone.

I stood up with great courage and confidence, stepping out of my comfort zone. Now, I don’t know the meaning of comfort. I’m on my toes, helping myself, building myself, and getting the shitt done by myself.

I helped myself with The Art of Being One’s Own Healer.