There was a time in my life when I was so small, yet already burdened with more than most kids my age. I was constantly falling sick — one illness after another — and it often felt like I was living in a hospital more than in my own home. Over time, the weight of it all began to affect my mind too. I didn’t realize it back then, but anxiety had quietly started creeping in.
I remember my 11th birthday so vividly. Everyone was trying to make me feel special. There were decorations, gifts, and smiling faces all around. On the outside, I was smiling too. But inside, my thoughts were heavy. I was happy, yes — but it wasn’t the kind of happiness that brings peace. My mind wouldn’t let me relax, or feel safe.
Not long after, I had a severe attack. It wasn’t on my birthday, but the memories are forever tied together in my mind. The attack came suddenly and was so intense that everyone thought I wouldn’t make it. For a terrifying moment, all hope vanished. It felt like everything was ending. But then… something happened. A miracle. I survived.
That moment changed everything. Since then, my perspective on life has been completely different. I’ve realized that happiness isn’t just about smiling for others or celebrating milestones — it’s about finding peace deep within yourself. I believe that when you’re mentally at peace, your body begins to heal too. Positivity doesn’t cure everything, but it gives you the strength to fight — and sometimes, that strength makes all the difference.
Now, every small joy matters to me. Because I know what it feels like to almost lose it all.
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