I have been through ups and down in my life, suffered a lot of mental trauma due to some personal reasons, but my family stood with me like a rock through thick and thin and helped me to get out of my situation, I almost lost hope for everything in my life but when I thought of everyone who loves me and never have let me down, I lift up for them and as each struggle passes by I try to become better and better. I just want to tell you that life will never be smooth and we should prepare our mind for the worst , always look for a bright side and as I also came out of it, I want to hear you and will try to make you feel better and promise not to judge in any case

Four years ago, my cousin got married. The whole family was very happy. But after the wedding, he became a little sad... and without saying anything to anyone, he took his own life. Time went on, everyone was sad, but eventually, they got busy with their own lives. Nothing really changed in anyone else's life... That's why it's so important to talk and share your problems—because your life is the most important thing to you. That's why I never hide any problem from my friends or family. Talking is essential. So come on, let’s talk.

Few years back,I faced a very difficult time when nothing was going right in my life whether it was my career or friendships or relationship.At a point i felt like giving up and had lost all hope about everything but I tried really hard to move forward.Finally things became better and i could see sunshine again. "Sometimes when you're in a dark place, you think you've been buried, but you've actually been planted"

There was someone who once meant everything to me. He made me feel seen, loved, and safe. Every day began with his message and ended with his words. I thought what we had was unbreakable — but I was wrong. One day, without warning, he left. No reason. No closure. Just silence. At first, I kept hoping he’d come back, explain, or at least say goodbye. But he never did. And I was left with a storm of emotions I couldn’t handle. I stopped eating properly, stopped talking to people. I felt lost, empty — like a part of me had gone with him. Everyone said time would heal me. But it wasn’t time that saved me — it was strength. Strength I didn’t know I had until I was forced to stand alone. Slowly, I picked myself up. I found comfort in small things again. I chose myself. Now, I still remember him — not with anger, but acceptance. He was a chapter in my story, not the whole book. And though the goodbye broke me once, it also built me into someone stronger — someone who can finally smile, and mean it.