Writing for me is sharing my own personal feelings through words whereas also covering the other major aspects that need to be highlighted while they go on in society
Latest posts by Eman Adil (see all)
- My Days Of Being An Introvert - October 22, 2017
- Don’t They Say That Everything You Lose Isn’t A Loss? - April 26, 2017
- Calling Them Fat Will Not Loose Their Weight - January 18, 2017
To all the girls struggling somewhere in life, I have something to share with all of you. I don’t know what’d it take to motivate you individually but here is my own personal story of change that I didn’t imagine would make so much impact on my life and to the others around me. Being an introvert it was really hard for me to communicate. The kind of problem now that I recognized in a lot of people around me. I can’t really define it in words what a real ‘introvert’ is but all I can tell is that they have this awkward kind of thing within themselves while opening up to others. So they wouldn’t rather share! I had friends who stopped talking to me on the basis that she doesn’t have anything special in herself and is not up to mark to be our friend. So they left. I have seen people interacting with those who would speak a bit more loudly, very confident and sure about what they are talking about even if they’re wrong. I would sit on a side and wonder how could they even do this? I’ve myself been treated like an option because when they’d want something to be done from me they’ll talk to me, very kindly. Totally making me feel that I’m worth it but the other days it would just be the usual. Never did I get its answer in my teenage life that why’d they do this to me? Deep inside I would feel guilty of being who I am and secretly wishing to be one of them so that it becomes easier for me to communicate at least. Things always turned out to be on the wrong side. Me being the usual trying to satisfy people by agreeing on what they wanted me to be like so that at least they would be interested to know who I really am. But that obviously wouldn’t work until I stood for myself. I remember I worked day and night to change myself to bring a new change. Your motivation to do something could be anything, do it until you think it hasn’t really been done. The most basic things that I used to do was to Google what characteristics do extroverts possess within themselves and would secretly implement them on my own wherever possible. I used to wake up at night and stand in front of the mirror, wishing that maybe I could be born beautiful so that I wouldn’t face these days of being ignored and failing to communicate to people. I’ve read articles, talked to a lot of people, prayed and practiced whenever possible. But the important thing is I didn’t change all at once. All of these things take time and come within you gradually so just be patient and never stop working and hoping. For me, hope is the sweetest lie yet a beautiful reality.
Cheers to all of us who are struggling or have struggled in any phase of life!