Hello, friends of Weekend Experiences! I’m happy to be here with you again, sharing and responding to one of the questions from our friend 
Have you ever felt powerless to create positive change in your life? Explain.
I grew up being a very guarded and rigid person; I always thought everything was either black or white, with no boundaries or middle ground. Thinking this way is exhausting, not only physically but also mentally. That mindset caused me a great deal of stress throughout most of my twenties and my adolescence as well. I always wanted to fit into everyone else's mold or meet their expectations. I never put myself first; it was always others first, and then me and my needs. It was quite sad because I lived in a way that felt like a constant sacrifice—and while I don't like using that word, that is exactly how it felt.
Due to various life events that shaped my perspective, I found myself in a position where I had to change almost by force, even when I felt I shouldn’t or didn’t want to. I remember how difficult it was to accept that life, with all its incredible beauty, also has things that can make you feel terrible. In those moments, my only focus was improving my health, but I remember it felt nearly impossible to do it on my own. It hurt even more when people told me everything could be solved with "willpower," when that really isn’t the case—especially not for the things I was going through, which no one but me could truly understand. It was incredibly tough, but I moved forward.
Receiving support from others was crucial; on my own, I never would have been able to escape the mentality that kept me sad and sick. I had to endure hard times, both in terms of emotional and physical pain. Because of that, I now feel that I appreciate every moment with my loved ones and every opportunity that comes my way. Maybe I’m not in the "best" place or where I imagined I would be at this age, but that’s life. You have your plans, and life has its own way of teaching you things that are necessary for growth, maturity, and learning to value what we have. But during those times, I truly felt I couldn’t get better without help.
I constantly asked myself, "Why me?" That was one of the hardest questions, and it made me feel so alone. I remember how much I struggled to set my ego aside and accept that I needed support, especially since I was always someone who tried to handle everything alone, regardless of the situation. I didn't want to be a bother or cause my family distress. However, staying silent can be very damaging. Perhaps that is what worsened my health; maybe if I had listened to my intuition more, things would have been different.
But life goes on. What happened cannot be changed or erased; it is a part of my story and the things I had to experience for a reason. I wish I had possessed more power over my emotions back then—the ability to ignore certain things, to know when to let go, to stop seeking out those who didn't treat me well, and to value my own presence and time. I learned this many years later, but it is never too late to start healing. I’ve accepted that the only thing that matters is what I allow to take root in my thoughts.
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