“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
― Gautama Buddha

I look back on those days when I used to cry out, “Somebody save me, me from myself.” The weight of my existence seemed unbearable, and I had spent so long living in a personal hell of my own making. The echoes of those desperate pleas still linger in my memory, a haunting reminder of a time when I felt lost and trapped.

Back then, they used to say my lifestyle was bad for my health. Words of concern, masked with genuine worry, yet I couldn’t find the strength to break free from the chains that bound me to destructive habits. It was as if I had become a prisoner of my own choices, unable to see beyond the darkness that enveloped me.

I recall the countless nights when I pursued comfort in vices, believing they were the only things that could provide a fleeting sense of relief. In those moments, it seemed like my only refuge, the one thing that somehow helped me navigate the tumultuous sea of emotions that threatened to drown me.

But as time passed, I began to realize that the very things I thought were saving me were pushing me deeper into the abyss. The illusion of comfort that my unhealthy lifestyle provided was just that—an illusion. It became clear that I needed to make a change, to find a way to break free from the self-imposed chains that held me captive.

Slowly, I started to take small steps toward a healthier and more positive life. It wasn’t an easy journey, and there were times when I stumbled and fell. However, with each fall, I discovered a newfound strength within myself—a strength I never knew existed.

I reached out to those who cared about me, opening up about my struggles and allowing their support to guide me through the darkest moments. It was through these connections that I found the courage to confront the demons that had tormented me for far too long.

Today, as I reflect on the past, I can proudly say that I’ve emerged from the shadows. The cries for salvation have transformed into a triumphant anthem of resilience and self-discovery. I’ve learned that true salvation comes from within, from the choices we make and the strength we find in the face of hardship.

If you find yourself uttering the same plea for salvation, remember that there is hope even in the darkest of times. Reach out, seek support, and embrace the journey of self-discovery. You have the power to save yourself from the depths of despair and forge a path toward a brighter, healthier future.


“Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.”
― Sarah Ockler

There was a time when all of this drinkin’ and smokin’ felt like my only refuge, my solace amid what seemed like a hopeless existence. It’s strange how certain habits can grip you, convincing you that they’re all you need to navigate the complexities of life. I look back on those days with a sense of introspection, realizing that something inside of me was undeniably broken.

The temptation of substances became a deceptive crutch, promising an escape from the internal turmoil that plagued my every waking moment. In those times, it felt like I was holding on to anything that could set me free, even if it was just a temporary illusion of liberation.

The relentless cycle of drinkin’ and smokin’ painted a distorted picture of comfort, veiling the reality that I was merely masking the pain rather than addressing its root cause. I was trapped in a self-perpetuating cycle, unable to see that the very habits I thought were liberating were tightening the chains around me.

Recognizing that something inside of me was broken became the catalyst for change. It was a daunting realization, but it propelled me towards a journey of self-discovery and healing. I began to seek alternatives, searching for healthier outlets that could mend the fractures within my soul.

The road to breaking free from those hopeless habits was challenging, and filled with moments of doubt and temptation. Yet, with each step away from the familiar crutches, I discovered an inner strength that I never knew existed. It was as if I was shedding the weight of my past, allowing myself to breathe freely for the first time in a long while.

Connecting with others who had walked similar paths played a crucial role in my transformation. Their stories became a source of inspiration, a reminder that breaking free from destructive habits is not a solitary journey. The shared experiences and collective strength formed a supportive network that fortified my resolve to overcome.

Looking back, I can attest that the journey beyond hopeless habits is not just about letting go; it’s about reclaiming control and rebuilding from within. Today, as I stand on the other side, I am grateful for the lessons learned and the strength gained. If you find yourself entangled in similar struggles, remember that hopelessness can be transformed into resilience, and liberation is possible through introspection, support, and a commitment to healing.

“In a world where happiness has become a social duty and sadness a public offense, life opens unrepentantly into a kaleidoscopic masquerade and a muddling carousel of faking. ”
― Erik Pevernagie

There was a time when I believed I was a lost cause, a person not worth investing time and effort into. Those haunting words, “Baby, don’t waste your time on yourself” echoed the self-doubt that consumed me. I felt like I was so damaged beyond repair, as if life had mercilessly shattered my hopes and dreams, leaving me with nothing but the fragments of a once-promising existence.

The weight of being labeled a lost cause was suffocating, and it seemed easier to accept defeat than to challenge the narrative that had taken root in my mind. I wore the cloak of damaged irreparability, convincing myself that there was no way to fix the broken pieces of my life.

But deep down, a spark of resilience flickered. It was a whisper that refused to be drowned out, urging me to reconsider the notion that I was beyond redemption. The journey to reclaim my sense of self-worth began with a commitment to challenge the self-imposed limitations that had held me captive for far too long.

It wasn’t an overnight transformation. I had to confront the demons that lurked in the recesses of my mind, acknowledging the pain and trauma that had led me to believe I was irreparably damaged. Seeking the support of others became a crucial part of my healing process—friends, family, and professionals who saw beyond the label and believed in the potential for change.

Life’s journey is unpredictable, and the path to redemption is rarely a straight line. There were setbacks and moments of doubt, but with each challenge, I gained a deeper understanding of my strengths. The shattered hopes and dreams became the raw material for a new narrative—a story of resilience, growth, and self-discovery.

Today, as I reflect on the past, I can confidently say that the label of a lost cause no longer defines me. I’ve embraced the power of transformation and learned that, despite the fractures and scars, there is beauty in the process of rebuilding.

To anyone who feels trapped in the belief that they are beyond repair, know that it’s never too late to rewrite your story. Life’s challenges may leave us scarred, but they also offer opportunities for healing and growth. Embrace the journey, seek support, and discover the strength within yourself to rise above the limitations imposed by a past that does not define your future.

“In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.”
― C. JoyBell C.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the night sky were missing the moon? I used to ponder this hypothetical scenario, imagining a celestial canvas devoid of that familiar, comforting presence. In those contemplative moments, I realized the significance of the moon and the shooting stars that adorned the night sky, serving as vessels for our deepest wishes.

There was a time when the idea of a starless night sky resonated with the emptiness I felt within. The absence of shooting stars to use wishin’ on you left me with a void, a yearning for something more profound. It was as if the universe itself conspired to mirror the lack of hope and aspirations in my own life.

Amid this cosmic emptiness, I found solace in a peculiar ritual—washing down my sorrows. It became a coping mechanism, a way to numb the pain and temporarily escape the harsh realities of life. In those moments, drowning my sorrows provided a fleeting sense of peace, the only respite I believed I could ever find.

Looking back, I recognize that my dependence on this form of escape was a testament to the depths of my struggles. It was a journey through the shadows, seeking solace in the absence of shooting stars and the hypothetical void left by a moonless night sky.

But as time passed, I began to understand that true peace doesn’t lie in drowning sorrows or escaping from reality. It is found in facing the challenges head-on, acknowledging the pain, and embracing the journey toward healing. I discovered that shooting stars and the moon were not just celestial entities but metaphors for the resilience within us, capable of lighting up even the darkest corners of our lives.

The realization that true peace doesn’t come from external sources but from within marked a turning point in my life. I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, seeking healthier ways to cope and finding fulfillment beyond the temporary numbness of my sorrows.

Today, as I reflect on those nights of seeking solace in the absence of shooting stars, I am grateful for the lessons learned. Life’s challenges may seem impossible, but within each of us lies the potential to find genuine peace, not by escaping the darkness but by becoming the source of our inner light.

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