Speed bumps can feel like mountains.

It felt like there was no way forward for me. I felt stuck, as if everything had come to an end. Each breath I took came with a reminder of the pain. Sometimes, the pain overtook all my thoughts. All I could think was that there was no hope. The tightness in my chest made every breath feel painful and still in pain.I looked around me. Everyone else seemed to be doing better. In fact, I convinced myself that everyone would be better off without me.
Then something happened.A friend of mine saw my sadness before I could hide it. She begged me to see a doctor. I reluctantly agreed for her peace of mind.
The psychiatrist asked me a lot of questions. At first, I gave vague, empty answers. But eventually, something inside me cracked. I broke down. Completely.
“I just want it to stop,” I said through tears. “I want the pain to go away. I don’t want to suffer anymore.”
He didn’t tell me I was overreacting. He didn’t tell me to “just be positive” or that others had it worse. He simply nodded and said something I’ll never forget:
“No one should suffer this much. No matter the reason.”
I tried to argue. I told him my reasons — the guilt, the pressure, the constant feeling of failure — were bigger than me. But he disagreed. He said, “Your life is more important than your problems.”
I didn’t understand what he meant at the time. But he asked me to trust him. To give him a chance — just a little time — to help reduce the pain. He promised it could get better.
That was all I wanted. For the pain to stop. So I agreed. As a last resort, I agreed to try.
He gave me a prescription. I took the medicine. I followed his advice. And at first, nothing changed.The days felt the same.
But slowly — without even noticing it at first — I began to feel slightly better. Not perfect. Not healed. But... lighter. Like I could breathe a little more deeply.
Weeks went by. I started focusing on work again. I caught myself laughing at a joke a friend made. I accepted invitations to hang out. I visited a family gathering and, for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like an outsider. I felt like I belonged.
The pain, that constant tightness in my chest, began to fade. Eventually, it disappeared altogether. Slowly, the pain reduced till I no longer felt it. My heart was light again, and I found myself looking forward to another day. 
One evening, I was sitting on the balcony, sipping tea. I noticed the dog from the nearby tea stall wagging its tail at me. It used to do that all the time. Somehow, I had forgotten.
I went back inside and found my mother cooking. The aroma reminded me of childhood. For a moment, I felt safe again — a feeling I thought I’d never feel.
The security dada in front of my college handed me sweets one day and told me my suggestions about his son's plans for further studies helped him out a great deal in choosing his passion and how happy his son is now. It reminded me of the times I have gotten help from strangers and the times I was able to help others.
Later that week, a friend gave me a Harry Potter mug. “I remember how much you loved these books,” she said. I smiled. I had forgotten that part of myself.
And that’s when it hit me.
If I had gone through with it that day,I would’ve missed all of these.. At that time, it felt like everything good was over and I would not smile again, ever. The worst part was, I believed it with all my heart and brain. It felt like being trapped in a box only I could see.
Now I know my life didn't end when I thought it was over. It took another person to make me see that it wasn't the end. I was lucky enough to have someone help me. But seeing the news of young students dying is saddening.
To all — the young, old, and in between — sometimes when life feels heavy and you can't take another step forward, don't try to. Give yourself a break and ask for help from professionals. Everyone, at one point, feels so in their life. It's not the end of life — it's only a bumper. But there are times when the bumper feels like a mountain. It's not your fault it feels so. Let someone in to help you see there is more to life than a bump on the road — because you deserve all the good things that life has to offer.
It would be a shame to die before the time. It would be a shame to life itself that you died. Oh, how the sky would weep your absence. How the rivers would roar. Losing a child in front of their eyes hurts parents the most. There is no going back from that scar. Losing a friend leaves a heaviness in the heart of all others who knew them. 
Yes, everything feels heavy now, but it does get better. You should not have to suffer so much in mind, and suffering will pass away with the right help, for sure. Problems are not permanent, but giving up on life is permanent.
Think about the one person who helped you before when you were in need. That random act of kindness. The baby that smiled at you. Your mother feeding you warm roti with her hands. The way your father turns a blind eye to you coming late. Your sister wearing your shirt because it smells of family.Those people deserve to have you in their lives longer.You deserve to live a full life. 
Another deep fear is that family and friends will be disappointed in us for things we did wrong or things we didn't do right enough. That is not true. That is an assumption we make in our brain and we try to justify it in our sadness. Everyone makes mistakes. We see others as infallable while exaggerating our faults.If only we talked to each other openly we would know that we all had our bad days and good days. In this world there will always be people who love us as we are. 

I understand the pain feels unbearable and there seems to be no hope right now, but that is your emotions of this moment masking the truth in your mind. Before making a decision there is no going back from it is important to try professional help too. Because each of us live in our own bubble ,we sometimes mistake speed bump in road as unclimbable mountains. That's why another perspective helps.

P.S. Sudden happiness in a person who has been in depression for a long time can be a bad sign, as they might have made a decision to end their life. That’s why it is important to notice this, as well as when someone says thank you and goodbye to close friends suddenly without any reason. Depression, like any other medical condition such as diabetes or a fever, is a disease with a cure. The problem lies in people pretending it doesn’t exist and adding stigma to a disease that can happen to anyone at any time. If only we could realize the fragility of our own minds, we would be softer toward others.