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"When Everyone Gave Up on Me, I Chose to Win Myself"
A true story for anyone who's ever felt broken but refused to stay that way.
By Abdie bhaiPublished 6 months ago • 3 min read
Write kar Kai hesab
- Life doesn’t always fall apart loudly.
Sometimes, it just fades away — quietly, painfully.I wasn’t in a car crash, or some tragic event. I was simply… lost. Alone in a crowd, smiling on the outside but sinking every night into silence. My friends grew distant, my family no longer understood me, and worst of all — I stopped believing in myself.Each morning I woke up without a reason. I didn’t want to live — I just didn’t want to die either. I’d scroll through my phone and see everyone succeeding, laughing, traveling. And I'd ask myself:
"Why can’t I be like them? What’s wrong with me?"
And then, one day, everything changed.
Not in a dramatic way. Not with a miracle.
It was a random video. A stranger said:
“The world only tries to break stones — not dust. If life is testing you, it means you're still worth something.”
That hit me like lightning. For the first time in weeks, I cried not from pain — but from hope.
Maybe I still had a fight left in me.
Maybe I was more than I believed.That day, I made a decision:
I will fight for myself, even if no one else does.
I opened an old notebook and started writing just one line every day:
"Today, I’m alive. Today, I chose to keep going."
Small victories became my medicine.
Waking up early? Victory.
Smiling at a stranger? Victory.
Saying “I’m okay” and meaning it? Victory.for example
Slowly, I began to heal — not because life became easier, but because I became stronger.
Then I began to write. I poured every ounce of my pain into words. And I published my first story on Vocal Media — terrified, unsure, but honest.
And then, something happened that I’ll never forget.
I got a comment:
“This feels like my story. Thank you for writing this.”
In that moment, I realized something powerful:
My pain wasn’t useless. It became someone else’s comfort.
Today, I’m still not perfect. I still stumble. I still have dark days. But I don’t give up.
Because I know one thing:
"When everyone gives up on me, I don’t. I win myself back.
Final Words:If you're reading this and you're hurting — I want you to know something:
Your pain has purpose.
Your story is not over.
You are not weak for feeling broken.
You are strong for still being here.
Start small. Write. Speak. Stand.
And remember:
You are the hero you're waiting for. Write for abdie BhaiAnd you know what’s strange?
Once I started fighting for myself, even in small ways, I began attracting better energy.
Not always — but enough to keep me moving forward.
One evening, I sat by the window, watching the sunset alone. But for the first time, I didn’t feel lonely. I felt peaceful.
That’s when I realized — healing doesn’t mean going back to who you were.
It means creating a new version of you. One that’s softer, wiser, and stronger because of the pain, not in spite of it.
I began celebrating moments people often ignore — like getting out of bed without snoozing ten times, or having a full glass of water in the morning. These tiny acts felt like rebellion against the version of me that had given up.
Slowly, life responded.
Not with perfection — but with small signs: a kind message, a stranger smiling, a sunny day when I needed it most.
It was like the universe was whispering, “I see you. Keep going.”
And the best part?
I no longer write for views, or likes, or validation. I write to breathe. I write to understand myself.
And somewhere in the world, someone reads it and feels less alone. That’s enough for me.Because at the end of the day, we all just want to be seen. To be heard. To be understood.So
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