We are all alive, but are we all really alive? Every morning we wake up and feel like it’s just another day, the same rush, the same pressure, and a certain amount of uncertainty. An unknown instability is now at work in all areas of life—worries about work, uncertainty about the future, family responsibilities, our own dreams—everything seems to be pressing down on our chest. Sometimes it feels like we can’t even breathe properly.
The biggest worry in my personal life is the insecurity of the future. I have a good job, but it’s not permanent. There’s no telling when or why my job will end. Along with that, there’s a silent question about my own abilities—am I good enough? Am I able to handle everything? Sometimes my mind gets so heavy that I can’t find the words to talk to anyone.
This mental instability, anxiety—takes away my sleep, reduces my confidence, and gradually creates a kind of emptiness inside. Even though everything seems normal, I am gradually becoming silent, tired and lonely inside.
Still, I am not giving up. I am trying to gradually understand myself, to give myself time. Sometimes I give myself time alone, walk in nature, listen to my favorite songs or write something—what is stuck in my thoughts. Even if I can't with everyone, I try to talk openly with someone close to me. Sometimes I pray—whatever peace brings at least to my heart. If necessary, I do not hesitate to seek help from a mental health professional. Because I have understood—the mind is also sick, the mind also needs treatment.
The real challenge is not to run away from the worries of life, but to gradually build the strength to face them. I am trying to choose that path. Because, this life is mine and I do not want to lose myself in worries.
