Mounashree

I share healing, spiritual, and mental health lessons I've learnt throughout my life to ease the suffering of others. My Ebook on healing- https://l1nq.com/oCcZ

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I was the quiet kid in class.

You know the ones who are lost in their thoughts, staring out the window. In my first school — and the second — I was bullied, which only made me scared.

Anyway, I felt like an outsider from before, like I don’t belong here, like a mango on a grapevine. And bullying contributed to this factor even more.

Without many people around to understand me, naturally I started journaling long before it was this popular.

It allowed me to work through things and build strength inside.

In fact, if you’ve read my stories, you’ll see that my love for writing was essential to me.

That self-awareness gave me a way to survive the difficult moments.

Now, I won’t say I’m “fully healed.”

Healing is a journey, and there’s always more to learn. But I’m grateful to have reached a place where I’m strong enough to share my story and, hopefully, make a difference for others.

Over the years, I’ve had a surprising number of broken strangers cross my path, people who needed comfort or guidance.

Whether online or in real life, I seem to attract people who are struggling. And I feel grateful for the chance to help them find their way.

Now, as an adult, that made me question… What if that is my purpose?

I remember when I was in third or fourth grade, somehow heard of this question, “What would you ask if God came to you?”

And all I could think of was, “Can you make the world a better place? Can you make people kinder?”.

Whether it’s the newspaper headlines or TV channels, everywhere it was full of violence and cruelty. Whenever I looked around, I could hardly find genuine kindness.

It left me feeling heartbroken every time. I felt like, “Where is humanity eloping?”

Every time it breaks my heart to watch so many people — young, old, even those well into their 50s — still struggling with the same mental burdens, the same cycles of pain.

So here I am, sharing these raw, vulnerable parts of myself with the world, because words are the only way I know to make a difference.

Every time someone leaves a comment saying my story helped them, it makes every bit of this journey worth it.

I have written a poetry book with this same purpose as well — You-Are-Everything-Yet-Nothing

So, yeah, that’s me.