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At 54, I’ve learned that life doesn’t always give you the peace you expect ... you have to create it yourself.

There were years when I carried pain that no one could see. Silent battles, sleepless nights and the kind of thoughts you don’t talk about in public. I lost parts of myself trying to be strong for everyone else.

But with time, I started to understand that healing doesn’t mean forgetting... it means forgiving yourself enough to keep moving. These days, I take things slower. I talk less, listen more and appreciate moments that used to pass me by.

Music, nature, good conversations and solitude have been my therapy. I’m not fully healed but I’m not who I used to be either and that’s something to be proud of.

If you’re out there trying to hold yourself together, please know it’s okay to take a breath. Healing doesn’t mean you stop hurting... it means you keep choosing to live anyway.

How have you been finding your peace lately?

Many people who experience mental health challenges, including myself, often find it hard to talk about what they’re going through or feel unable to express it clearly. For me, trying to explain something that often doesn’t even make sense in my own mind brings up feelings of shame and failure.

But I’ve found my sunshine by opening up through my blog. What started as a space for strangers to read became a way for family and friends to understand me better. It gave them permission to hear me say, “I’m having a cloudy day,” when I needed space. That simple understanding lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.

#mentalhealthm #Depression #itsokaytonotbeokay #Momlife #parentingwithlove #kidsmentalhealth #emotionalwellness

#mentalhealthmatters #breakthestigma #HopeInDarkness #youarenotalone #innerhealing #Speakyourtruth #FindYourLight #emotionalwellness #ItGetsBetter #healingjourney #depressionawareness #strengthinvulnerability #CourageToContinue #selflovejourney #SurvivorStories It’s scary knowing the moment of truth is just around the corner. I’m terrified—there’s too much to face. I’ve thought about death a lot and wondered if it would somehow set me free. But honestly, I don’t know if death is easy. I’ve tried to end my own life twice, and clearly, I failed both times.

The first time, I came home with what I thought was cold determination. I took a large overdose of antidepressants and tried to sleep. At first, nothing happened—I just lay there for hours. But then I started shivering uncontrollably. It wasn’t chills; maybe it was serotonin syndrome? I’d heard that could cause cardiac arrest. But instead of panicking, I forced myself to go back to sleep, hoping to never wake up. Of course, I did. And I was totally fine.

I’ve always been frail. My body’s been weak since birth. In anything physical, like sports, I always came in last. Even with such a fragile body, I somehow survived what should’ve been a deadly overdose. That shocked me.

Two days later, I decided to try a different way—slitting my wrists. I’d heard it would be painful, but I didn’t care. The need to escape was stronger than anything. So the next day, I picked up a knife and got ready to do it. But guess what? My body surprised me again. I was so weak, I couldn’t even press the knife hard enough to break my skin.

That’s when it hit me—maybe it just isn’t my time. Maybe God, or whatever higher power is out there, didn’t want me to die yet. Maybe my purpose in this world isn’t over.

To anyone else who’s been in this place, feeling like life is too much and wanting to escape: I know how hard it is. I know how much pain you’ve endured, probably more than most people could understand. But maybe—just maybe—we’re still here for a reason. Surviving doesn’t make us cowards. It takes strength to keep going, even when we’re exhausted by life.

If no one and nothing but some higher force is stopping you, maybe there’s something left for you to discover. Something waiting for you. I don’t know what it is yet—but perhaps that’s what we need to find out.