From Recklessness to Reflection: A Journey Towards Mental Wellbeing

<p>Just as the shattered inner glass lining of a thermos no longer retains the warmth or cold of its contents, I feel my essence seeping out through the cracks that life has left behind.</p> <p>Each fracture, a testament to the trials and tribulations I&rsquo;ve endured. Some cracks were formed by external pressures, the unyielding weight of expectations and criticisms. Others, from within, as self-doubt and insecurities played their corrosive games.</p> <p>Much like that thermos, from the outside, I might still look whole, my outer shell still intact. Gleaming, reflecting the world around me, giving off the illusion of wholeness. But inside, the vessel that was meant to hold so much has been compromised.</p> <p>Every day, I wonder if those I interact with can sense the fragmented being that lies beneath the surface, or if my fa&ccedil;ade is enough to shield them from the depth of my internal disarray.</p> <p>Do they hear the echoes of my shattered core, or do they only perceive the shell, strong and unyielding?</p> <p>It&rsquo;s ironic, how something designed to contain, to protect, and to preserve, can be so fragile.</p> <p>Similarly, the human spirit, with all its resilience, possesses vulnerabilities. And like that thermos, once that inner sanctum is broken, it&rsquo;s a formidable challenge to repair. Each day becomes an exercise in containing the spillage, in attempting to hold onto what little warmth or coolness remains.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@jleedarby/from-recklessness-to-reflection-a-journey-towards-mental-wellbeing-a6579d649ca8">Read More</a></p>