In the end, you will heal. Your wounds will fade into beautiful scars. Your heart will remember your pain as only a symbol of your strength. The thoughts of your struggles will turn into giggles. Because you are not meant to suffer forever. You will not die in sorrow. You will heal. You will heal.

I realised that I had healed when my mind could no longer entertain dark environments, emotions or mindsets.

Dear Liar, I've collected evidence from my family, friends, and even online. It proves that I'm not what you told others I was. I'm not crazy. I'm not alone. I'm not unloved. I'm not useless. I'm not stupid. In fact, I'm intelligent. I'm beautiful. I'm useful. I'm loved. I am not alone.

I almost gave up on strength until hope shouted, "help is on the way".

We write to be heard. We write to heal.

I wish everyone some healing, including myself. We experience so much trauma in this world.

Find the courage to tell yor story. Who knows, you might heal a nation.

Your tears will be turned into laughter soon. And your sadness will be turned into joy. Because according to Newton, for every action there must be an opposite reaction.

Admitting, firstly to yourself, that you're not okay is the beginning of healing your most troubled emotions.