A Fighter is not only the one who fights for a huge cause and actually makes a change in the world. In fact, there is no accurate definition of a fighter. 

Anyone, who fights against their fears, who tries to make themselves and their surroundings better, who fights for the innocent etc. 

Everyone, at some point in their lives were a fighter. Remember? That time we tried to sleep by ourselves in our own bedroom or mustered up the courage to do our own potty and bathing.

I was a fighter too. I dreamed of making a change in the society by starting the change in myself.

A girl of 13 years, with nerdy glasses and a passion towards fighting for a cause.

Like a normal teenage girl, I studied and I wrote well in my exams. I dreamed of boys and getting a family of my own once I grew up. It was all easy and steady until I realized the purpose of myself and my life.

I don't care if I'm a girl! Even I can do it, not only the boys!

So, I was discriminated at all times just because I was a girl. A common problem in the typical Indian society. That always triggered me and I used to get furious. This was where my realization had started. 

Covid - 19 hit the world. I was house arrested with the lockdown initiated by the government.

With the online classes, and social distance, I went mad. I didn't understand anything and was confused to decide what to do. But my life took an unexpected turn.

I got a sudden interest to write songs so, I gave it a shot. In my attempt to write a song, I wrote a poem. My parents appreciated my work and encouraged me saying, "You have a unique talent, dear. You are an amazing writer and speaker. Work hard and try. We'll support you."

Well, in a few months, I improved my writing skills and became a writer in YouTube. I created my own channel and uploaded my poems in the form of appealing videos. It was still the start, I didn't reach success within a fortnight, and I didn't like that. 

Gradually, I went into slight depression with unwanted thoughts in my mind. I knew I was overthinking. I knew what was wrong and right. I was mature. But, I had no control over myself. I had hard nights, I cried myself to sleep. Being in my own bedroom was an advantage because my parents couldn't hear me cry. 

-I cry and mourn

 Not knowing where I've gone-

It would seem like a small issue but the person suffering from it would know the pain. I thought I wasn't worth it. I thought I was a lonely girl with a blank mind. I didn't know where my life would go. The days and moments just passed by me like an unseen dust particle. I wasted my time spending hours in front of my computer. What could I do? I was confused, depressed and blank. I was a heartbroken mess! But I knew I needed help. I sought for it. I expected too much that later I got more depressed and disappointed.

I had friends and family. But what I didn't know before was that they were just friends and family by name and not relation.

-I feel lonely

Even if I've my Friends & Family-

Hard nights continued for months and nothing changed. I came to a point where I felt I was useless, although I kept saying 'love yourself' to myself. At least, with the wise words of my role models, BTS, I didn't die completely.