Our Healers

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.

I went through a time where I felt completely lost—disconnected, numb, and overwhelmed. One night, everything crashed and I broke down. That moment forced me to face what I’d been avoiding.The next day, I took a walk—just one small step. Then another. I opened up, let people in, and slowly found my way back.I didn’t heal overnight, but I did heal. And I’m still here—stronger, wiser, and more myself than ever.

There was a time when even breathing felt heavy... I sat in silence, surrounded by people, yet felt completely alone. The world moved on, but my emotions stayed stuck — heartbreak, confusion, and pain clouded every part of me. Even sleep felt like a battle. But in that darkness, I found a spark — the will to rise, to seek help, to heal. It wasn’t easy. Healing never is. But I made myself a promise: if I could come out of this, I’d become the safe space I once needed. Today, I’m here to listen — without judgment, with care, with presence. Because I know how it feels when no one truly understands. Let’s talk. Let’s heal. Together.

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.

Once I had a bestfriend with whom i was attached and she was too attached with me. We had fun together very much, our friendship was near about 7 years but after that suddenly a boy came in her life , and her behavior started changing and after that she stopped talking with me , I had tried too much to get again attached with her, tried talking to her but she was ignoring me and i was getting depressed with her this type of behave with me. After that our friendship was ended and now we are no longer friend .

I faced a significant change at 40 when my wonderful family life, took an unexpected turn, when my father passed away. At one point, I even contemplated ending my life, but my child's strength kept me going. Through this experience, I learned that no situation is more important than the person. I overcame these challenges, and if you're currently facing tough times, I want you to know that I can help. I've been through it, and you can overcome it too.

While preparing for competitive exams, my life took a drastic turn when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I paused my studies to care for her, facing immense emotional, mental, and financial challenges. It was a deeply painful time — watching a loved one suffer left me feeling helpless and lost. The healing journey wasn’t easy. I felt broken, disconnected from my dreams, and burdened by responsibilities I hadn’t anticipated. But slowly, I began to find strength in acceptance. I allowed myself to feel — to grieve, to rest, and to heal. Simple acts like journaling, walking, and speaking kindly to myself became lifelines. In time, I rebuilt myself — with compassion, resilience, and clarity. I didn’t just survive; I transformed. I found a deeper purpose and emerged stronger, as someone who faced darkness and still chose to heal and grow.

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Four years ago, my world shattered when I lost my husband. Grief wrapped itself around me, and with two young sons to raise alone, every day became a battlefield. Sleepless nights, silent tears, and the pressure to stay strong when all I wanted was to break. But amidst the chaos, I found light—kind souls who lifted me when I was falling, who pushed me forward instead of pulling me down. This emotional storm taught me strength, patience, and the power of true support. I’m not just surviving—I’m fighting for a life full of hope for me and my children.

After nine years together, my boyfriend and I parted ways, leaving me shattered. The emotional breakdown was intense, and my health began to suffer. Being away from family made it harder to cope. Feelings of loneliness, sadness, and uncertainty consumed me. I struggled to come to terms with the loss of our relationship and the future we had envisioned together. Despite the distance from loved ones, I found ways to manage my emotions and navigate this challenging time. I'm proud of myself for coping and slowly rebuilding my life by never giving up with lots of self-love and healing through every trial. I have learnt to prioritize my well-being, nurture my spirit and celebrate my strength. I met testament to the power of self-love and determination.

During a difficult period in my life, I faced emotional struggles including self-doubt, loneliness, and a lack of direction. These challenges deeply affected my motivation and confidence. However, through introspection, seeking support, and staying committed to personal development, I gradually rebuilt my sense of purpose. Pursuing higher education in English Literature and transitioning into psychology helped me rediscover my strengths. This journey taught me resilience, empathy, and emotional maturity—qualities that now guide me in both my personal and professional life.

When I was in 11th std, I was harassed by my biology teacher and when I complained about his behavior to my mother and my principal then they wouldn't believe me and scolded me for being average in studies after that I was in big trauma but I never give-up, once he tried to grab me in his arms but I collect my whole energy and kick back and hurt him harshly with my pen I stabbed on his leg and stomach with my pen and escaped from there, after that day he never do such things with me...I learned from that incident is to fight for yourself, this is my life and this is my battle...and I have to fight all my alone spirit

As the eldest among my siblings, I chose to honor my parents' wishes and got married, even though my dream was to pursue a master's degree. I sacrificed my aspiration for higher education, and after marriage, I faced significant financial challenges. Becoming a mother made it even more difficult to step into a professional role. Yet, despite the obstacles, I never lost hope. I kept trying, stayed resilient, and continued to manage myself with strength and determination.

My friend was very sad after a breakup. She cried a lot and didn’t want to talk to anyone. I stayed by her side, listened to her, and reminded her how strong she is. We went on walks, watched movies, and talked about happy memories. Slowly, she started smiling again. I told her that life has many beautiful moments ahead. She began doing things she loved again, like painting and meeting friends. Now, she is happy, confident, and full of life. She always says, “Thank you for being there.” I’m proud I could help her heal and grow strong again.

I was in a relationship for 4.5 years with someone I loved deeply, but that love came at a heavy price. He was controlling, manipulative, and emotionally abusive. I wasn’t allowed to make simple choices—what I ate, what I wore, who I spoke to. Everything had to be under his control. Slowly, I lost myself trying to please him, convincing myself that if I just tried harder, things would get better. I stayed, hoping love would change him, sacrificing my happiness and freedom in the process. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t truly living. One day, after yet another argument over the phone, something inside me shifted. I didn’t fight back. I didn’t beg. I simply decided I was done. That call ended not just a conversation, but the cycle of pain I’d been trapped in. I moved out, told my family everything I had kept hidden for years, and finally chose myself. It wasn’t easy. I started therapy. I turned to yoga and meditation to rebuild my mind and body. Slowly, I healed. Today, I’m free—stronger, wiser, and more loving to myself than I ever thought possible.

The city lights blurred through my tears as I watched him walk away, not knowing this would be the last time I saw his smile. I had believed our love story, the one we'd written in the dusty pages of our shared dreams, would have a happy ending. But fate, it seems, had other plans. The unspoken words, the lingering questions, the guilt that gnawed at my heart . I started my life with patience, support and hope. I realised I am stronger than I thought. I overcame such hardship, so I will help you too.

We met in college when I was 18. It started the way most things do slowly, without either of us realizing it. A shared class, long talks after lectures, texting into the early morning. Then suddenly, we were “us.” We grew up together. First jobs, apartment hunting, the messy in-between of figuring out adulthood. Ten years passed like that. We weren’t perfect, but we were steady. And we loved each other. That part was always certain. But there was always this thing with his parents. From the start, I never really fit into their picture. They were polite, but distant. Cold. I told myself it didn’t matter. He told me it didn’t either. Except, over the years, it did. Quiet comments turned into hard conversations. Pressure built. I could see it wear on him, and I hated that. I never wanted to be the reason he felt torn. Then one night, he sat me down. “They’re never going to accept it,” he said. “And I can’t keep doing this to them. Or to you.” There wasn’t a fight. No raised voices. Just a silence so heavy it pressed on my chest. Ten years. And just like that, he let go. Sometimes I wonder if he really wanted to. Or if he just got tired of the weight. Either way, he’s gone—and I’m left holding a decade that doesn’t have an ending, just an echo.

I was overwhelmed at work, had trouble sleeping, and found myself feeling constantly sad and disconnected from my friends & family. After several months of struggling, I decided to seek therapy. Overcoming anxiety and depression is often a gradual process that involves a combination of strategies, including therapy, self-care, and lifestyle changes. It’s important to remember that recovery is unique to each individual, and seeking help is a powerful first step toward healing. With time and the right support, I manage to overcome my Anxiety.

I loved Prithvi deeply, even across cities, time zones, and endless late-night calls. At first, the distance didn’t scare me — we promised to make it work. But slowly, I found myself fighting alone. Messages became shorter, calls turned into silence, and Prithvi’s heart felt miles further than his body ever was. Whenever I tried to share my fears, he brushed them off with, "You're overthinking." I craved connection; he offered empty reassurances. I sent long paragraphs explaining my feelings; he replied with a single line. Over time, I realized I wasn’t being loved, just tolerated. The worst part wasn’t the distance — it was the loneliness I felt even when he answered my call.One evening, staring at another unread message, I made the hardest choice: to let go of the love I kept begging for. It broke my heart to leave, but it broke my soul to stay. The lesson was painful but clear — love should feel like home, not a battlefield for attention. Walking away wasn’t weakness; it was choosing myself for the first time. I learned that someone emotionally unavailable couldn’t meet a heart ready for real love. And healing, I realized, starts with good bye.

In childhood not at the early stage, but at my adulthood, I lost one of my close members, it was so traumatic for me,,, I lost my concentration, purpose of life, and many more. With this, I met some people who were like snatchers, even though, I faced relationship issues, at the peak, at that moment I got to know the real meaning of self healing,,, and now I am perfect at that ...

During a critical period near my final semester exams, I experienced the loss of my grandmother alongside personal challenges in friendships and family. Despite the emotional strain, I chose to channel my energy into self-improvement. I developed resilience, prioritized mental well-being, and cultivated emotional intelligence skills that not only helped me excel academically but also shaped me into a more grounded and empathetic individual. This experience marked a turning point, reinforcing my commitment to personal growth and helping others through psychology.

Last year was one of the most emotionally challenging periods of my life . I went through a painful breakup that left me heartbroken and soon after my family was hit with a series of unexpected problems that shook the foundation of our home. It felt like everything I relied on was collapsing at once. As if that wasn’t enough my closest friend someone I considered a sister suddenly distanced herself from me without clear explanation Losing her companionship during a time I needed support the most made the loneliness even harder to bear I found myself completely alone trying to hold myself together while everything around me seemed to fall apart. But through that darkness I found strength. I learned to depend on myself to face emotional pain head-on and to grow from it. It wasn't easy but that period taught me resilience emotional maturity and the importance of mental well-being. Now I approach life and relationships with more clarity, compassion and strength.

There was a time in my life when everything felt like it was falling apart. I was struggling with my studies and started doubting if I was good enough. Around the same time, I went through a painful breakup that left me feeling heartbroken and lost. Some close friendships also started to fade, and I felt very lonely. I cried a lot and often wondered if things would ever get better. But slowly, I started taking small steps to help myself. I focused on one thing at a time and gave myself the space to heal. I realized that it’s okay to lose people and make mistakes, it doesn’t mean I am a failure. With time, I became stronger, more confident, and kinder to myself. Looking back now, I feel proud of the way I fought through those hard days and grew into a better version of myself.

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I went through a time where I felt completely lost—disconnected, numb, and overwhelmed. One night, everything crashed and I broke down. That moment forced me to face what I’d been avoiding.The next day, I took a walk—just one small step. Then another. I opened up, let people in, and slowly found my way back.I didn’t heal overnight, but I did heal. And I’m still here—stronger, wiser, and more myself than ever.

I had an emotional breakdown when I heard that my son had to go through a medical procedure twice in a year and had to leave him and been admitted in different places through the COVID 2021 phase...... 2019,2020,2021 had a tough time for me and had to stay strong for the family and my son especially... These 3 years have shaken my physical and mental health drastically..... Which I have overcome with the support of yoga.

My Journey from ICU to a Leadership Role A year ago, life hit me harder than I ever expected. I battled COVID-19 and ended up in the ICU, fighting not just for my health, but for my future. The moment I was discharged, still weak and recovering, I was asked by my company to resign. It felt like everything I had worked for was being erased in an instant. Many people told me to move on, to find another job, to leave the company that didn’t stand by me during my toughest time. “This is not the right place for you,” they said. But deep down, I believed otherwise. I believed in myself. With unwavering confidence and unshaken self-esteem, I made a decision—I would stay. Not to prove others wrong, but to prove to myself that I could rise again. I pushed myself every day, gave my best, and slowly, step by step, rebuilt what I had lost. And within just one year, I was promoted to a high position. The same place that once asked me to leave had now recognized my value. My journey taught me that our setbacks don’t define us—our resilience does. Never stop believing in yourself, even when the world doubts you. Because sometimes, the most powerful comeback comes from the quietest inner strength

There was a time when I felt completely lost—caught in the heavy fog of depression. Each day felt like a mountain to climb, and even getting out of bed felt like a battle. The world outside moved fast, but inside, everything stood still. My friends didn’t notice, and I couldn’t find the words to explain what I was going through. But deep within me, I held on to a quiet dream—a life filled with peace, purpose, and meaning. It wasn’t about success in the way others saw it; it was about feeling alive again. So, step by step, I fought back. Some days meant just breathing through the pain. Other days meant writing, walking, or reaching out—tiny wins that became the building blocks of my healing. The journey wasn’t linear, and the darkness didn’t vanish overnight. But I never gave up. Today, I stand not as someone who escaped the storm, but as someone who learned to dance in the rain. The dream that once felt so distant is now my reality: I wake up with hope, strength, and pride in the fight it took to get here. I’m living proof—healing is possible, and even the quietest dreams can come true.

I recently lost my grandfather. His absence is this huge quiet in the house. His favorite chair just sits there, empty. Even little things, like catching a faint whiff of his aftershave, can hit hard. But something unexpected has helped. He loved his garden, and this tiny plant has just sprouted. It’s a little thing, but seeing that life keeps going, even after such a big loss, has been… comforting. It’s like a little reminder of him, pushing through. It's not easy, but focusing on that little bit of life has brought a surprising amount of peace back into things.

In my experience, I've noticed that the stories that touch people's lives always seem to have something about them that makes us feel a strong emotion. Whether it's nostalgia or joy that we experience, we often feel inspired or motivated to do something different in our lives, all because of a story. I've always wanted to be able to share the stories that changed my life with as many people as I could. So several years ago, I started Simple Truths, and I've collected and published these stories to share with all of you. I want to share a story that touched my life—it still gives me goose bumps when I read it.

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.

Last year in November , my husband met with an accident. He was diagnosed with a traumatic brain injury. We came out of that phase stronger than ever and we are still fighting with the changes each day. This incident taught us how life can change and how to derive peaceful and positive moments from the situation. Just positive✌?