Written by Zahidul Haque Mahid
There was a time I walked through the busiest streets of the city, yet felt like I was walking alone. People moved around me, the world spun as usual, but deep inside—I was stuck. There were no loud cries, no visible scars, but inside, I was crumbling.
I was drowning in silence. That kind of silence that doesn’t scream, but suffocates. Depression. A word that sounds simple but feels like an ocean pulling you deeper with every breath.
I didn’t know how to explain the heaviness in my chest, the nights I couldn’t sleep, or the mornings I didn’t want to wake up. Everything seemed like a blur. I questioned my worth. I questioned my purpose. I felt invisible in a world full of noise.
But then… something happened.
The Turning Point :
It wasn’t some magical moment. There were no fairy tales, no hero to rescue me. Just a small whisper inside me that said, “Try again.”
That whisper wasn’t loud. It was fragile. But it was real.
Day by day, I held on to that whisper. I started writing again. Breathing a little deeper. Seeing the light again. And slowly, I understood—depression doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’ve been strong for far too long. It means you’re carrying a storm within you and still trying to smile.
And that? That is bravery.
Everyone Has a Story :
Maybe you’re reading this right now, feeling lost too. Maybe you’re going through something nobody else can see. But hear me—you’re not alone.
There are so many hearts that look happy on the outside but ache deeply inside. There are people who laugh loudly yet cry when they’re alone. You are not the only one. And you don’t have to suffer in silence.
Talk. Write. Scream. Cry. Heal.
You don’t have to rush your healing. Some scars are slow to fade, but even slow progress is still progress. There is no shame in being vulnerable. There is strength in saying, “I need help.”
A Letter to You, From Someone Who Understands :
This is not just a story. This is your story too.
You are worthy. Even on days when you feel broken. You are enough. Even when the world doesn’t say it. You are strong. Even when you cry yourself to sleep.
Don’t let the darkness trick you into forgetting how powerful you are. Your journey matters. Your pain is valid. And your light—yes, the one that flickers deep inside—is still alive.
Hold on to it. Nurture it. Let it grow.
The Final Thought :
Life will not always be easy. Some days will still be heavy. But now you know—you’re not fighting alone. This world may try to break you, but don’t let it erase you. You were never meant to disappear. You were meant to shine.
So breathe. Begin again. And tell yourself this:
“I am not my pain. I am the fire that survived the burn.”
Zahidul Haque Mahid, a Bangladeshi author and multifaceted individual, was born on October 3, 2002, in the picturesque district of Comilla, nestled in the heart of Bangladesh.
