The Camera Became My Therapist...

I was the kid in class who craved the spotlight.
I wanted to be the one, the superstar, the one everyone noticed, the one they couldn’t ignore.

But when I failed to grab their attention, the emptiness hit harder than I ever expected.
It was like falling into a black hole where the only voices were the ones inside my head loud, chaotic, and merciless.

I started to drown in stress.
Long conversations with my own thoughts turned into fantasies I couldn’t escape from.

You might ask, who was I really, beneath all that noise?

When the Mind Starts to Break

I didn’t ace the person I wanted to be.
 Instead, I broke into pieces, one silent moment at a time.

I got nothing in return — just anxiety, loneliness, and the slow burn of a restless mind.

I was suffering.

No therapist.
No friends to confide in.
No one who could understand the madness happening inside my skull.

So I did the only thing I could: I wrote. I wrote everything down.
Still, it felt like screaming into a void.

The Moment Everything Changed

One day, buried in an endless scroll of internet searches on how to heal your mind, I stumbled across something that made me stop.

It felt ridiculous at first.
But something about it sparked hope.
So I did it. I turned on my camera and let everything pour out.

Tears. Rage. Regret. Exhaustion.
I wasn’t performing — I was finally telling the truth.
And that camera… it listened.

That small act changed everything.

Observing the Storm Instead of Fighting It

Over time, I stopped overreacting to every emotion.
Instead, I started observing. I watched how my body responded when my mind spiraled.

And I discovered something powerful:

When exhaustion returned and life felt empty again, I didn’t run.
I just spoke. To the camera.
It became my mirror, my therapist, and my best friend.

The Deeper Realization

But here’s what took me a year and a half to understand:

It’s not just about expressing.
 It’s about feeling what you express — with a clean heart, and a clear intention.

You can fake healing for the camera, but your soul knows the truth.
 And healing only happens when you’re honest — with yourself.

Even after betrayal, after dark nights with no gratitude left in me, I chose to rise again.
 I couldn’t afford therapy. I had no one.
 So I became the one.

What Actually Helped Me

I dove into podcasts.
I started learning about psychology, spirituality, and the way thoughts shape our reality.

And then I found one line that anchored me:

That hit me like lightning.

I applied it everywhere.
And slowly, almost invisibly… the fog lifted.

From the Broken to the Builder

I began reclaiming my power.
Not all at once, but inch by inch.
Day by day.

I’m not completely healed. But I’ve become the observer of my pain.
 And that makes me stronger than it.

So if you’re drowning like I was, here’s my honest advice:

Let the Stress Speak. Don’t Silence It.

Observe it.
Study how it moves through you.
Ask yourself:

• What is this stress trying to tell me?

• What part of me have I ignored?

Because when stress is your biggest opponent, and you face it instead of running…