That you don't have to wait to get help until you're too far gone. That it's OK to be battling with things inside, but that you need to stay open for help. We're all humans, nobody goes through life unscathed, nobody leaves this world without scars.

That we all need help in some way and nobody should suffer alone. If we don't help one another, what would become of this world?

The first step is always the hardest, accepting what you're struggling with, realizing that you need help to get through - it's hard, it's painful and to some it's even shameful.

But it shouldn't be.

There's no shame in asking for a friendly hand, because one day you may see someone who's in need and on that day you'll remember how much of a difference it makes.

My problem is that I'm ashamed and I really shouldn't be. Perhaps it's because I'm fighting a war that no one can see. Perhaps it's the lack of visible scars, scars that some hide well.

And even those hidden scars brings shame.

The fact that nobody can see the signs or sees them when it's too late, just proves how oblivious most are to the wars we fight, the battles we lose and win.

There's too little information given and too many who knows nothing.

When you have to stand up and tell people that something is wrong, it leaves you vulnerable, scared and it's like being stripped naked in public, humiliating.

I'm not used to showing myself like that, to lay bare all my emotions and to ask for help.

But I must, when I face that doctor.

Only I can do it, because only I know how I feel.

No one can read your mind, no one can truly ever understand what you're going through.

No one will ever really know how you feel.

Because we all hurt in a different way.