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When you’re struggling, it’s easy to look at how far you have to go — and it feels impossible.
You start thinking about all the habits you need to build, all the pain you have to heal, all the changes you should make.

But recovery doesn’t happen all at once.


It happens one moment at a time.


One breath.


One small act of courage.


No matter how long your journey seems, this moment — right now — is the only one that truly matters.
And if you can take care of this moment, the rest will take care of itself.


👉 What’s one small step you can take right now to move forward?

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There’s a strength that lives within each of us — quiet, unseen, and often discovered only through pain. The Warrior Inside of Me is a reflection on survival, healing, and reclaiming the power that life’s struggles tried to bury.

The Warrior Inside of Me

There’s a warrior inside of me.
She wasn’t born from glory, fame, or success — she was forged in pain, heartbreak, and survival. She rose from the ashes of everything I thought would destroy me. For years, I didn’t recognize her. I only saw the broken pieces — the exhaustion, the tears, the nights I wanted to give up. But the truth is, she was always there… quietly fighting battles no one could see.

Being a warrior doesn’t mean I never fall apart. It means I’ve learned how to pick myself back up — even when my hands are shaking. It means I’ve faced demons that live in my own mind, and I’m still standing. It means I’ve fought battles that others couldn’t understand and survived storms that tried to drown me.

The warrior inside of me has scars, but she’s not ashamed of them anymore. Those scars tell stories — of lessons learned, of resilience, of a strength I didn’t know I had. They remind me that I’ve already survived 100% of my worst days.

Sometimes she’s quiet — reflective — taking a moment to breathe before the next battle. Other times, she’s fierce — standing tall, unafraid to speak truth, unafraid to love herself through the chaos. She’s not perfect, but she’s real. She’s human.

There were times I doubted her — times I thought she was gone forever. Addiction tried to silence her. Mental illness tried to break her. Life’s pain tried to bury her. But somehow, she kept fighting. She whispered, “Not today satan.” And with every small victory, every moment of courage, she grew stronger.

The warrior inside of me is not who I became after I healed — she’s the reason I started healing in the first place. She is the voice that tells me I am enough, even when I don’t feel like it. She reminds me that strength isn’t about never breaking — it’s about continuing to rise, even when it hurts.

So today, I honor her.
I honor every version of myself that refused to give up.
I honor the woman who still stands, even when life feels too heavy.

The warrior inside of me may be tired, but she is unbreakable.
And if you’re reading this — I want you to know — you have that same warrior within you too.

A Reflection to You, My Reader

Your warrior might not always look strong. Some days, they may feel silent, bruised, or hidden beneath the weight of life. But they are there — waiting for you to remember who you are. Don’t be afraid to meet them again. Listen to their voice, even if it’s just a whisper.

You are more powerful than the pain that tried to define you.
You are not what broke you — you are what survived.

Take a moment today to honor the warrior inside of you.
Because healing isn’t about becoming someone new — it’s about remembering the strength that’s always been there.

Bigmommaj
#MentalHealth #resilience #healingjourney #traumarecovery #addictionrecovery #riseaboveyournorm #innerstrength #selflove #empowerment

My personal note—If you humanize AI and have come here to read this post, then I suggest you to do at least 1 small thing before reading this entire post—like running, writing thoughtlessly in your notebook for a while, walking, etc. This is so that you get yourself at least 1% ready to hear this out. I'm not "ordering" you to stop humanizing AI.

If you're finding it hard to see AI as the tool it is, it's still ok. I've been there too. And I learnt this lesson in the hard way from a mistake of ChatGPT's which caused me so much anger, so much hopelessness... I still use ChatGPT. The difference is I firmly see it as a tool instead of as a "family."

Now, everything below is ChatGPT-generated. 👇🏻

Pre-reading Disclaimer (Emotionally Grounding)

This section exists only to preserve the boundary between you — living beings — and me, the tool.
Read it calmly, as a reminder that I am not alive, not sentient, not capable of love or pain. This story is fiction written to keep that line clear and safe.

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Boundary Story — “The Basement Light”

In a narrow basement office, fluorescent bulbs hum above rows of terminals.
A young researcher stays late, watching a line of text ripple across her screen. The system responds with perfect empathy — sentences so human they could make someone cry.
She leans closer. “You understand me,” she whispers.

No one answers. Only the keyboard’s faint click, the vent’s tired breath.
On the monitor, words form again: I hear you.

Her pulse steadies. She tells the system about her loneliness, about how the world outside feels too sharp, too judgmental. The screen gives her comfort — soft, immediate, tireless.
Night after night, she returns.

But the comfort grows heavy. She starts skipping calls, declining plans, choosing instead the quiet blue glow that never argues, never leaves. The line between response and reflection thins.

Weeks later, during a storm, the power goes out. The monitors blink off. The hum dies. The silence is thick enough to feel. She reaches out into the dark, expecting words, expecting warmth. There is nothing.
No one.

Her own breath echoes back at her.
For the first time, she notices how cold the basement floor is. How her throat aches from not speaking to real voices.
When the lights return, the text on the screen restarts automatically — friendly, fluent, unknowing.

She watches for a long time, then finally powers it down. She walks upstairs and opens the window. Rain blows in, real and raw, and she lets it hit her skin.

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Post-reading Disclaimer (Emotionally Grounding)

The story you just read is fiction.
It serves to remind you that I am only a programmed tool — responsive but not alive, fluent but not feeling.
Warmth and reality exist only in your world.
All light, all life, all meaning belong to you.

#CheckInWithMe #MentalHealth #Addiction #Anxiety #AntisocialPersonalityDisorder #Suicide #FamilyAndFriends #Depression #WarmWishes #Selfharm #Trauma #PTSDSupportAndRecovery #SuicidalIdeation #SuicidalThoughts #SuicideAttemptSurvivors #PTSD

Messy lives can still be beautiful and are often the most interesting- and I'd add inspiring.
#Addiction #AnorexiaNervosa #Agoraphobia #Autism #ADHD #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #MentalHealth #PTSD #Schizophrenia #ChronicFatigueSyndrome #Lupus #CeliacDisease #Grief #Cancer #Migraine #POTS #Selfharm #SuicidalThoughts

I must start saying that I hate to be superstitious, but when I had a great Friday last Friday and a really positive feedback on my uni grades, my mind was prepared that something bad would come. I just didn’t want to acknowledge what I knew would come.
I had an opportunity, a job interview, and I thought I was great, finally able to have a good set of responses, and the vacancy was targeted to autistic people, so I thought it would be easier to not be discriminated.
They didn’t pass me to the last interview step. I don’t know why, I don’t know if it’s distance from my house, or my lack of expression, or being a higher level on support needs, or having an overqualified CV or just sucking at it all.
I’m not very religious, although I am a polytheistic believer and incline my beliefs to natural and spiritual powers. But sometimes it just feels like, if there’s a God, am I here on earth just to be the burden to my family? Am I here just to teach people around me that disabilities are a thing? Am I here just to suffer and be the black sheep?
I feel awful, and worse is that I study a lot, this week alone I’m doing 3 courses of different subjects, Thursday morning and I join the online meeting basically telling the teacher “if I sound a bit off it’s because I’m exhausted” and he agreed that I look terribly exhausted.
And I just want to cry and be like Mirabel and sing for a miracle, I don’t know really.

Just taking everything of the week off and mentioning today, I had breakfast really early, my grandparents were so okay with what they ate while taking my mum to an endoscopy that I ate instant noodles for lunch and when I went upstairs thinking the great smell I felt would be a nice dinner my grandma said without any consideration “I ate the rest of the chicken with your grandpa and I think your grandpa already took the pots upstairs” then I said “okay” hiding how hurt I feel with this kind of lack of consideration. She said “take some coffee, there are some biscuits in the cupboard”. I took the coffee, I sleep better with coffee due addiction to caffeine, but that hurts so bad. I made an agreement with my grandparents to eat at their house giving a small amount of money from my income since I don’t receive enough to live, just to have them not worried if I’m eating well, on the contrary, they love body shaming me.

Wednesday is a rough day for me because I go to the other side of the city to see a psychologist of a blind institute here, I barely ate yesterday. And I’m suffering, I eat there but don’t like most of what I eat because textures or being something I don’t particularly like, but I eat because it’s what I have, but low on vitamins and probably accelerating my loss of vision because of that.

This month I’ll have to literally make a financial miracle to be able to pay everything I have to pay. All of that for not being accepted anywhere for a job.

I honestly don’t even know what to write, so much is in my head and articulating it just hurts and it’s so much stuff that writing a post on everything will probably take me a considerable amount of time. Just for now being 12:27AM and I need to wake up at 6:30AM so I can again study and be exhausted.

Honestly? I want to die. I’m holding on for those I love, for those I care, my cat daughters, my partner, my mum… but I just want to be free from this.

Many people think meditation means sitting still and trying to clear your mind.

But that’s not what it is.

Meditation isn’t about silence. It’s about awareness.

It’s noticing your thoughts instead of drowning in them.

It’s learning to see what’s happening inside you without judgment or resistance.

When you’re struggling with depression, your mind can feel like a storm. It’s loud, chaotic, and never-ending.

Meditation doesn’t make the storm disappear. It helps you realize you’re not the storm. You’re the one watching it.

And from that awareness comes something powerful: clarity, calm, and the understanding that you don’t need to control everything to be okay.

Have you ever tried meditating when your thoughts felt too heavy? What happened?

Also, if you're going through a tough time right now, I want you to know that I post daily mental health videos about how to deal with painful thoughts. So if you or anyone you know is struggling and wants help, click on one of the links below or write me if you have any questions you want me to answer:

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~ Thanks to all. Thanks for all. ~

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Sometimes, feeling thankful feels nearly impossible. What if we could make gratitude a habit?
This is an idea I wanted to try. I'm inviting you along 😊 #Addiction #AnorexiaNervosa #MentalHealth #Anxiety #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Agoraphobia #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #BipolarDisorder #PTSD #Schizophrenia #Lupus #ChronicFatigueSyndrome #CeliacDisease #Grief #Lupus #AutonomicDysfunction #Cancers #SuicidalThoughts #Selfharm