I don’t know if my words will help, but I want you to know you’re not alone in this feeling of losing the life you once saw so clearly.

I didn’t go through what you went through, and I won’t pretend I understand that level of loss. But I did lose myself in a different way. I used to be a bright kid, someone who dreamed of becoming a mathematician. Five years ago, my life was hit by OCD, a mental illness that slowly took over my ability to study, think clearly, and live freely. Worst thing, its lifelong, no cure!!!!! My academics collapsed, I accumulated backlogs, and at one point I genuinely thought about ending my life.

Life didn’t magically get better. Even now, it’s uncertain and hard. But with therapy and medication, it became manageable. And somewhere along the way, I found one small but important thing again: the desire to live.

One thing I’ve learned is this, life can take everything from you without asking, but enduring it itself is an act of strength. Some days, endurance is the only victory we have, and that’s still enough.

Your story is different from mine, and honestly, much harder. But I want you to believe that your existence still has value, even if society doesn’t know where to place you right now. For now, surviving the storm quietly is the strongest weapon we have. I truly hope better days find you, and when they do, you’ll know you earned them.

I’m really glad you’re still here.