The Turing point

Introduction

Hello friends, today let’s start with a line—not a famous one, but one of my own: “The more you throw positivity, the more you receive negativity.” It might sound strange, but it reflects something deep about human psychology. You see, people often say, “Just be yourself, speak your mind, be normal.” But what if being positive only invites more negativity? That’s what happened to me. And today, ladies and gentlemen, I want to take you through the journey of a person who kept spreading positive thoughts, who smiled through pain—not for his own sake, but to keep others happy, especially the ones who truly deserved it.


Betrayed by the Best

When I was a child, I learned not to hurt others. I genuinely cared, and I hoped the world would treat me the same way. But life had other plans. As I grew, I witnessed my elders hurting their own family, doing whatever they wanted, and calling it normal. I promised myself I wouldn’t become like them. I didn’t want to be a disappointment. I thought that if I stayed good, kind, and generous, I’d be safe from pain—but I was wrong. The more I tried to be good, the more negativity I received. I didn’t understand why at first. In class 11, I started experiencing anxiety attacks. I realized it was because I was too sweet, too silent, never said anything wrong to anyone, never defended myself. And that was my mistake. I thought I was being strong, but really, I was just hurting myself.

The Pivot

As time passed, I began to see that I was destroying myself without even realizing it. And if you’re someone who’s kind to everyone, avoids arguments, and always puts others first, you’ll understand exactly what I mean. I kept lying to myself, telling myself I was okay, that I was fine being alone, that this was just how fate works. But it wasn’t okay. And then one day, a friend talked to me—really talked to me—and I realized something important: expressing your thoughts is not weakness; it’s necessary. That conversation started my healing. I'm still on the journey, and there’s still a dark part inside me I haven’t figured out yet, but I’ve learned something vital. I’m not the only one like this. There are others going through worse—like my friend Yash, whose story taught me more than any book ever could.

The Point of Differences

Back in class 9, I met Yash. Why am I telling you this? Because his story shows that even when life treats you unfairly, you can still rise with strength. Yash had just lost his father to a heart condition. He joined the school mid-year, and no one talked to him. But I did. Over time, I learned that he had been a student there before and returned after his loss. What struck me most was how calm he always seemed. He never cried, never complained. One day, I asked him why. His reply broke something in me—he said his father never liked it when he cried or fought, so now he just keeps everything inside. That moment made me emotional. Since then, we’ve shared many laughs, discussed careers, and supported each other. He's now doing a diploma in chemical engineering, and even though I’m hesitant to talk about him, I’m doing it to inspire someone else. He often tells me he wishes he were like me, but I always say, “I’m not as good as you think.” Because despite everything I’ve achieved, I’ve failed socially. I’m distant from my own brother, and that hurts me deeply. Still, I’m changing—and much of that change is because of what I learned from Yash.

Conclusion

So, in a nutshell, let me tell you this: Don’t let your ego or your darker side take control. If you do, it will only damage you. And when you finally realize it, I hope it’s not too late. I’ve been through a lot at a young age, and I know what it feels like to break inside. But I also know we can rebuild. I’m thankful for the life I’ve been given, and now, I just want to fix what I’ve ruined. Maybe this is the last time I’ll write something like this—because pouring my emotions out like this hurts. And maybe that’s what some people want—to see me broken. But even if that’s the case, I still choose to smile. I still choose to spread hope. Because that’s who I am. And if you’re reading this and feel the same way—just know, you’re not alone. Speak up. Heal. And live.

                                                                        THANK YOU

 

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