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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 8: The Rise Begins

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 8: The Rise Begins**


They say rock bottom is the foundation you build on.


That day…  

I picked up the mirror Yalini once gave me.  

I looked into it again.


Not to check how broken I looked.  

But to ask one question:


> “What can I still become?”


---


I started small.


📘 Reopened my diary.  

💻 Reapplied for jobs.  

🍞 Ate on time.  

💬 Replied to messages.  

🧍‍♂️ Started walking daily.


Each step felt heavy…  

But it was *mine*.


---


One evening, I was at a chai shop near college.  

A group of juniors walked past me.


One of them pointed and said:


> “That’s Viyan bro, the silent guy.”  

> “He made it through.”


I turned.


He smiled.  

And added,  

> “You gave me hope, bro.”


---


I walked home…  

tears in my eyes.  

But not from sadness.


From **recognition**.


For the first time, I wasn’t just *surviving*.  

I was *inspiring*.


---


Later that week, Yalini saw me laughing with my classmates.  

She didn’t say anything.  

Just texted:


> *“Told you. You’re not vanishing.”*


And she was right.


Because I wasn’t hiding anymore.


I was becoming…


> **The version of me I was always meant to be.**


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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