I was in a dark place. I was overwhelmed by pain that seemed insurmountable and tbh I had reached a point where I genuinely believed I no longer had a place on this earth. The weight of my thoughts was suffocating, and I found myself in cycles of self harm and isolation. It was a time when the internal struggle felt like it would never end, and no one could see the depth of the battle I was fighting inside. On the outside I was known for my happiness. I loved making people smile, and I didn’t want to let anyone down. So, I wore a mask, pretending everything was fine. People saw me as the cheerful, upbeat person who could brighten a room, but no one knew the silence I was drowning in. I was terrified that if they saw the real me, they would be disappointed or, worse, not understand. But by the glory of God, I survived. I don’t even know exactly how, but I did. Through the darkest days, I held on. And slowly, little by little, things began to change. I found God again when I least expected it and learned to seek him when I needed to. I took it one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time, but I kept moving forward.
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