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"

Choosing Myself Over Neglect I'm frustrated with my life because of my husband. He's not spending time with me and not supporting me. They support only my in-laws. He is not interested in me. I'm moving to my individual life. I tried many times to save our relationship, but he never valued my efforts. Every day I felt more lonely even while being married. His ignorance has broken my trust and my heart. Now I have decided to stand strong and build a new life on my own.

Every evening after work, I walked to a small bench by the lake near my home. It wasn’t part of a fancy park—just a quiet spot with a single tree, the sound of water lapping gently against the shore, and birds that always seemed to be just finishing their songs. I never brought my phone. No music. No podcasts. Just me, the lake, and the silence. At first, I didn’t know why I came there. I have been feeling anxious lately—my thoughts were constantly racing. Work had been overwhelming, conversations felt heavy, and sleep never came easily. But something about the stillness of the lake felt honest. It didn’t ask anything of me . It just was. I noticed small things. How the wind moved differently each day. How ducks gathered in the same corner every evening. How my shoulders relaxed without realizing. One evening, after a particularly long day, I sat down and let out a deep sigh. A woman walking by gave me a small, understanding nod—like she knew what she was feeling. That quiet moment between strangers felt more comforting than a dozen conversations. I still felt stress. Life didn’t magically change. But now I had a place—a pause in my day—where my thoughts could breathe. And somehow, that made all the difference.

There was a time in my life when everything felt heavy. I smiled on the outside, but inside I was breaking. Expectations, failures, and loneliness often pushed me to tears. I remember nights when I felt completely lost, wondering if I would ever find strength again. But slowly, I chose to heal. I realized that my emotions didn’t make me weak — they made me real. Step by step, I learned to express, to let go, and to rebuild myself. Every breakdown I once had became the foundation of my confidence. I stopped doubting myself and started embracing who I am. Today, I don’t hide my scars; I wear them as proof of how far I’ve come. I didn’t just survive my emotional struggles — I rose above them, stronger, calmer, and more confident than ever.