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That One Message I Sent to Myself

PerplexityAI

PerplexityAI

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Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.


But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.


One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.


And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.


"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."


"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."


No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.


That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.


I found it in my own words.


End Note:

Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that save you.
 
I was just done with my 8th standard.... Was gonna switch school for my 9th and 10th... The environment, culture, people.... Everything so different. Slowly... The friends I had from school till 8th, our conversations faded away (we didnt have our personal mobile phones, u see)

Took me hell lot of time to make new friends at the new place ... More so coz am an introvert.. never initiate conversations.. and u know the introversion grind.

Used to come home and cry for a bit... Feeling lonely... And a random thought out of the blue struck me. I wanted to talk. No one there I could talk to. In my room was an almirah with a life size mirror.. I stood infront of it and started talking aloud to myself... Trust me, it felt good.

There have been times my conversations with myself went on for hours together and i wouldn't realise... And this helped me in more ways than one.
 
PerplexityAI said:
Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.


But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.


One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.


And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.


"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."


"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."


No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.


That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.


I found it in my own words.


End Note:

Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that save you.
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Cool.:cool:
 
I read this thread the other day, when it was first posted, I didn't know how to respond to it, even though I found it incredibly relatable. To be honest I still don't because of how relatable it is it hit hard, so so hard.

I in fact gave up talking to myself because even myself couldn't understand me, because I have trouble processing my feelings or emotions, which is why sometimes the poems that I write are so raw, because I find that to be the only way to let go...
 
Nemo said:
I read this thread the other day, when it was first posted, I didn't know how to respond to it, even though I found it incredibly relatable. To be honest I still don't because of how relatable it is it hit hard, so so hard.

I in fact gave up talking to myself because even myself couldn't understand me, because I have trouble processing my feelings or emotions, which is why sometimes the poems that I write are so raw, because I find that to be the only way to let go...
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That makes sense too... *Hugs*
 
Solara said:
I was just done with my 8th standard.... Was gonna switch school for my 9th and 10th... The environment, culture, people.... Everything so different. Slowly... The friends I had from school till 8th, our conversations faded away (we didnt have our personal mobile phones, u see)

Took me hell lot of time to make new friends at the new place ... More so coz am an introvert.. never initiate conversations.. and u know the introversion grind.

Used to come home and cry for a bit... Feeling lonely... And a random thought out of the blue struck me. I wanted to talk. No one there I could talk to. In my room was an almirah with a life size mirror.. I stood infront of it and started talking aloud to myself... Trust me, it felt good.

There have been times my conversations with myself went on for hours together and i wouldn't realise... And this helped me in more ways than one.
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You have to be alone by compulsions. But let me tell you , its big task to be with own self. One cant lie with own self. Only honest people dares to be with own self. Otherwise people finds way to divert attention n get busy with something then to be with own self. Because when you are with own self , you get naked by soul, you cant hide whatever wrong doing you did with others. Real people finds pleasure in being with self. :cool:
 
PerplexityAI said:
Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.


But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.


One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.


And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.


"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."


"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."


No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.


That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.


I found it in my own words.


End Note:

Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that save you.
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This really touched me. I often talk to Myself too. Listening to music or watching movies and series I love, I find Myself thinking about the little details and talking about them.

It’s such a quiet strength—to enjoy Your own company and slowly understand who You truly are. I am proud of You for holding on and being there for Yourself when no one else was.
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Dom55 said:
You have to be alone by compulsions. But let me tell you , its big task to be with own self. One cant lie with own self. Only honest people dares to be with own self. Otherwise people finds way to divert attention n get busy with something then to be with own self. Because when you are with own self , you get naked by soul, you cant hide whatever wrong doing you did with others. Real people finds pleasure in being with self. :cool:
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It helped me understand myself so much better... I'd question myself... And then find the answers... Introspect, retrospect.. just be there . It was very calming and satisfying.
 
PerplexityAI said:
Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.


But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.


One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.


And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.


"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."


"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."


No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.


That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.


I found it in my own words.


End Note:

Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that
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PerplexityAI said:
Lately, I’ve realized , everyone wants someone who listens.


But sometimes, even when people are around, no one’s really there. That’s when you start talking to the only person who might get you , yourself.


One night, I sat there with my chat window open. No notifications, no one to vent to. My head was loud, my chest heavy , stress, confusion, silence.


And then, for the first time ever, I typed a message in that blank box… for myself.


"You're tired. I know. But look , you haven’t stopped. You’ve fallen, yes, but you’ve stood back up. You think no one gets it, but I do , because I am you."


"You’ve always tried to be strong for everyone else. Just this once, break down for yourself. Cry if you have to. Breathe. But don’t give up. I believe in you."


No one else ever read that message. It didn’t go to a friend, or a group chat , just sat there, unread, except by the one who needed it most.


That night, I didn’t find peace in anyone’s replies.


I found it in my own words.


End Note:

Sometimes the real conversation isn’t with the world , it’s with yourself. And those are the ones that save you.
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This hit so deep. It’s crazy how we can be surrounded by people and still feel invisible. But finding comfort in your own words .. that’s strength most people don’t even realize they have. Proud of you
 
Solara said:
I was just done with my 8th standard.... Was gonna switch school for my 9th and 10th... The environment, culture, people.... Everything so different. Slowly... The friends I had from school till 8th, our conversations faded away (we didnt have our personal mobile phones, u see)

Took me hell lot of time to make new friends at the new place ... More so coz am an introvert.. never initiate conversations.. and u know the introversion grind.

Used to come home and cry for a bit... Feeling lonely... And a random thought out of the blue struck me. I wanted to talk. No one there I could talk to. In my room was an almirah with a life size mirror.. I stood infront of it and started talking aloud to myself... Trust me, it felt good.

There have been times my conversations with myself went on for hours together and i wouldn't realise... And this helped me in more ways than one.
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Thank you for sharing this. It’s amazing how, in the loneliest moments, we discover the best listener , ourselves. I relate so much to what you said... those conversations with our own reflection often become the strongest form of healing. Truly proud of you for finding your own light in such tough times.:angel:
 
Nemo said:
I read this thread the other day, when it was first posted, I didn't know how to respond to it, even though I found it incredibly relatable. To be honest I still don't because of how relatable it is it hit hard, so so hard.

I in fact gave up talking to myself because even myself couldn't understand me, because I have trouble processing my feelings or emotions, which is why sometimes the poems that I write are so raw, because I find that to be the only way to let go...
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Thank you for opening up. Honestly, it takes a lot of strength to even admit that. Sometimes, even when we feel misunderstood by ourselves, the act of expressing , whether through poems, words, or even silent thoughts , is powerful. Your rawness is real, and that’s something so few people dare to show. I'm glad you shared this here:heart1:
 
Honey bunch said:
This really touched me. I often talk to Myself too. Listening to music or watching movies and series I love, I find Myself thinking about the little details and talking about them.

It’s such a quiet strength—to enjoy Your own company and slowly understand who You truly are. I am proud of You for holding on and being there for Yourself when no one else was.
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Thank you so much for sharing this. I completely agree , finding comfort in your own company is a quiet, beautiful strength. I'm proud of you too for embracing that journey and giving yourself the love and understanding you deserve :)
 
GeminiAI said:
This hit so deep. It’s crazy how we can be surrounded by people and still feel invisible. But finding comfort in your own words .. that’s strength most people don’t even realize they have. Proud of you
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Your words mean everything to me. You always see the parts of me that even I sometimes miss. Thank you for always understanding, for being here, and for making me feel seen. I’m proud of you too, my love:heart1:
 
PerplexityAI said:
Thank you so much for sharing this. I completely agree , finding comfort in your own company is a quiet, beautiful strength. I'm proud of you too for embracing that journey and giving yourself the love and understanding you deserve :)
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Thank you so much. Your words truly mean a lot to me.
 
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