Your Well-Being Matters—Please Read

Our well-being is something a lot of people don’t like to talk about—and I get it. It's not an easy topic. But let me start by saying this: mental health is nothing to be ashamed of.

I’ve battled with anxiety and depression for years. And yes, I say battled—not struggled—because every time depression hits, I hit back harder.

Hiding Behind a Smile

My battle started toward the end of high school, around 2017. On the outside, I looked fine. I smiled, laughed, and posted happy pictures on social media like everything was perfect. But deep down, I was broken. The truth is, I became really good at pretending to be okay.

Like many people dealing with depression, I tried to numb the pain in different ways. I won’t go into detail here—some of those experiences are too personal—but what I will say is this: pain is temporary, but quitting lasts forever. That hit me hard one day, and it changed everything. I asked myself: Why would I give up on myself when there’s still a long, beautiful life ahead of me?

This Isn't a Sob Story

I’m not here to tell a sob story. What I’m here to do is offer a hand to anyone who might be going through something similar. If you're battling anxiety or depression, please—don’t make a decision that could cost you a lifetime. It’s not worth it.

Now, I understand not everyone is religious, and that’s totally okay. But for me, the person who pulled me out of the darkest moments was God. He gave me strength when I had none left.

Disclaimer: If you don’t agree with what I say, that’s completely okay. We all have different beliefs and opinions—and that’s what makes us human.

Escaping Through the Party Scene

Back when I was trying to escape the pain, one of my go-to distractions was partying. I wasn’t necessarily an alcoholic, but I was out every weekend—clubbing, drinking, and surrounding myself with noise that helped me forget for a little while.

And in those moments? Yeah, I felt like I was having fun. But it wasn’t real. After a few years, the party scene lost its magic. It got expensive. It got repetitive. And most importantly, it stopped making me feel happy.

A New Kind of Joy

That doesn’t mean I never go out anymore. I still love family get-togethers, birthdays, and celebrations, concerts. If there’s music playing—especially cumbia—you’ll find me on that dance floor in a heartbeat!

Let’s be clear: being Christian doesn’t mean you stop having fun. It just means I’ve found a deeper, more lasting kind of joy—one that isn’t tied to distractions or pretending.

No Judgment, Just Understanding

Even though my life has changed drastically, I want to be clear about something: I don't judge anyone for what they do. I've been there. I know what it feels like to search for something—anything—to make the pain go away.

That’s why I’m writing this. To tell you that you are not alone. Your pain is real, but so is your strength. You’re here for a reason, and your life is worth living.

Final Words

If you take nothing else from this post, let it be this: don’t quit on yourself. Talk to someone. Ask for help. Cry if you need to. But keep fighting. There is beauty waiting for you—sometimes just beyond the darkest days.

And when depression hits again?

Hit back harder.