Years ago, I went to a mental health clinic a few times.
I still remember leaving work early because I was mentally overwhelmed—I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Looking back, I might have been a bit rude to the doctor.
But that experience actually became a turning point for me.
It woke me up.

In a way, I was almost pushed out of the clinic—because there were people struggling with far more severe conditions than mine.
I wasn’t turned away cruelly, but it felt like the message was clear: You don’t belong here.

And maybe… that was what I needed to hear.

From that day on, I never went back to the clinic.
Something shifted in me.

The truth is, every time I went there, I kept repeating:

“Please don’t diagnose me. Please don’t give me medication.”

I was terrified of being labeled. I didn’t want a diagnosis that would define me.
I didn’t want to believe that something was wrong with me.

Eventually, I was no longer welcome. But now, I’m grateful for that.

Because if I had accepted a diagnosis, I might have believed it too strongly. I might have made that label my identity.
That’s a dangerous path—when you start to see yourself only through the lens of a condition someone else defined.

Instead, the doctor said something I’ll never forget:

“Maybe it’s not a disorder. Maybe it’s just your personality.”

That one sentence saved me.

Not a Disorder. A Personality.

I want to believe that.
That I’m not broken. That I don’t need fixing.
That my emotional intensity, my sensitivity, my struggles—they’re just a part of who I am.

Since that day, I haven’t been to a mental health clinic.
The pain hasn’t disappeared. The struggles are still real.

But with journaling, I’ve found a way to stay afloat. To keep going. To process my thoughts and emotions in my own language, at my own pace.

I know there are people who are going through unimaginable suffering, far deeper and darker than mine.
And I respect that deeply.

But from my own place of struggle, I want to say this:

Journaling has made me better than I was.

Maybe it’s because I’ve grown older. Maybe it’s just life.

But even though I still fall into despair sometimes, I’ve learned something important:

There is always a moment when the emotions rise again.
I’ve experienced it many times. And so I believe—
I can get through it.

In those moments, all you have to do is wait.
Just be still. Just survive. That’s enough.

About Me: Hi, I’m Evolving Mind. Through this blog, I share my journey of self-discovery and mental well-being. Journaling has been a powerful tool for me, and I hope to inspire others to find their own path to peace and clarity. You can learn more about my journey in my post, Welcome to the Journey of the Mind by Evolving Mind.