Hey, I am disturbed and anxious, am I alright? Do I need to say this to anyone? Do I need to go to a doctor? What am I turning into? Who am I becoming? All these questions began crossing my mind and I thought I was sick but little did I know there was no one who could see it. No one understood me when I said I was not healthy. They said it was something everyone goes through, something only western people can afford to talk about and something everyone wants to hide. I didn't know and I kept quiet. It started eating me up alive from within I wanted a hand to hold me. I wanted a shoulder to cry upon and a ear to listen to. But no one knows this because no one wants to. I was worried that it would ruin my mind but who would I say this to? I began cursing myself for being like this and looking at things with negativity, for being pessimistic. I began looking at people's face,  saw them smile and put on a fake one myself. But that smile of mine would tell me that I was going to die, I was going to kill myself but even that did not help, I still put on one.I would pretend to look normal with tears in my eyes and weight on my heart. I wanted to scream and let everyone know that I was not well. I wanted to see a doctor but the fact that people will call me mad if I go to a psychologist so I did not do that. I started locking myself in a room and not seeing happy faces of people but then I felt something aching in my heart, was I being like them ? What if they were also pretending like me? What if they thought the same way about me? This woke me up from a long dream of anxiousness and ephemeral sadness. I walked out of my room to spread the awareness that I didn't receive. I was a victim and couldn't see others. I was pretending and couldn't figure who was not. But now I know each happy face needs a shoulder. Each tear needs to be wiped and each voice needs to be heard. I will be the ear that would listen to what can not be heard. I will be the paper people write their sadness upon and I will be the smile that was not pretended. And here a victim turned into a saviour.