It's Okay To Start Again - Mental Health Episode
At the end of 2025, Maya felt like the year had wrung her out and left her on the floor.
She was sitting alone in her car in a grocery store parking lot, hands wrapped around a coffee that had gone lukewarm an hour ago, staring at the dashboard but not really seeing it. Her phone was full of unopened messages: friends checking in, her manager asking about a missed deadline, her mother sending another “Just making sure you’re okay” text.
She wasn’t okay.
In the span of twelve months, she had watched a relationship she thought would end in marriage quietly dissolve, lost a job she’d poured herself into, and moved back into a small, echoing apartment that felt more like a storage unit for her disappointment than a home. Every time she opened social media, it seemed like everyone else was posting highlight reels: promotions, engagements, babies, book deals. She felt like the only one stuck on repeat.
“I’m so behind,” she whispered to no one in particular, the words fogging up the windshield.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s stretched in front of her like a hallway she didn’t want to walk down. One night, she sat on the floor of her living room, surrounded by half‑unpacked boxes, and opened an old notebook. On the first page, in handwriting that looked a little more hopeful, she saw a list titled: “Goals for 2020.” It was a collage of big dreams—start a business, run a half‑marathon, travel more, learn another language.
Almost none of them had happened.
The familiar wave of shame rose in her chest: See? You never finish what you start. Something’s wrong with you. She almost closed the notebook, but something in her—small and stubborn—stopped her hand.
What if, just for one night, she didn’t treat this list as a report card? What if she treated it as a love letter from a younger version of herself who believed in her?
Maya picked up a pen and wrote, in darker ink across the top of the page:
“Begin again.”
She drew a line down the middle of the paper. On the left, she wrote “Things that ended in 2025.” On the right, “Seeds I’m carrying into 2026.” Under “things that ended,” she let herself name them: the relationship, the job, the version of herself who pretended everything was fine to keep the peace. There were tears as she wrote, but there was also relief in acknowledging that some chapters had truly closed.
She realized that even in a year that felt like wreckage, seeds had been planted. She’d taken a free online course in the evenings about content creation. She’d started sharing small posts about resilience and healing, just for herself, with a handful of followers who would quietly message, “I needed this.” She’d gone on evening walks to clear her head and noticed that, even on the hardest days, she always felt a little more like herself after twenty minutes under the sky.
They weren’t big achievements. They were gentle threads. But they were real.
On New Year’s Eve, instead of going out, Maya lit a candle on her kitchen counter and made herself a simple dinner. The apartment was still cluttered, and there were still unanswered emails and bills she didn’t know how she’d pay yet. Nothing external had magically fixed itself.
But at 11:50 p.m., she did something different. She pulled out another blank page and wrote one sentence at the top:
“In 2026, I will start small and start honestly.”
She chose three tiny beginnings—so small they almost felt silly.
Ten minutes each morning without her phone, just breathing, journaling, or looking out the window.
One honest conversation a week, where she told the truth instead of saying “I’m fine.”
One piece of creative work posted every week, whether or not she thought it was perfect.
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