The Moments I Nearly Gave Up and How I Found My Way Back
- Melony Hill
- May 7
- 2 min read
There were days I didn’t want to get out of bed. Not out of laziness—out of heaviness.
Grief, exhaustion, loneliness… they weren’t strangers. They moved in like unwanted guests and overstayed their welcome. And though I’ve made a career out of encouraging others, I had moments when I couldn’t even encourage Myself.
I don’t share this for pity. I share it for truth.
Because someone reading this right now might be silently struggling, believing they’re the only one who’s not okay.
You’re not alone. And you’re not weak. You are human
I nearly gave up when the pressure to “be strong” became a mask I could no longer wear.
I nearly gave up when I felt unseen by people who said they cared.
I nearly gave up when I believed the lie that healing was impossible for someone like me.
But I didn’t.
What saved Me wasn’t some magical moment of clarity. It was the small things—
📓 Journaling through tears
🎧 Playing my “soft soul” playlist
🌅 Getting fresh air, even if only for 5 minutes
📱 Sending a single “I need to talk” text
🙌🏾 Speaking kindly to myself, even when I didn’t believe the words
I didn’t rise from those moments in a blaze of glory. I crawled. Slowly. But I came back.
Mental health isn’t a straight line. Some days, it’s a fight. But every day you keep going—even with trembling hands—you’re winning.
So if you're in that place right now—on the edge of giving up—I hope this post finds you like a lifeline.
You don’t have to give up. You don’t have to do it alone.
There’s a way back. And we can find it together.
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