I went through depression for two years, and it wasn’t something I wanted to openly share with everyone. Like many others who suffer from this mental disorder, I continued to live life “normally,” trying to appear fine to others while silently carrying a heavy burden every day.

I was first diagnosed with anxiety and depression when I was in grade school. My parents had to take me to a psychiatrist because of my anxiety attacks. I think it stemmed from not being able to cope with family issues—though now, I can barely remember the details. It happened again in adulthood after a breakup.

During my two-year battle, I realized that I couldn’t rely on anyone else but myself. My friends and family couldn’t simply erase the pain I was feeling. It was during this time that my faith was both tested and strengthened. Despite everything, I never stopped praying.

Most days were dark and gloomy, and all I wanted was to shut myself off from the world. I was angry, short-tempered, and full of hatred. But somehow, it felt like a “ray of light” broke through and told me to toughen up and piece myself back together.

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

—The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho.

This quote proved true for me. I had always thought about pursuing triathlon as a sport, and it seemed like everything started aligning in my favor. I began meeting people who helped me along the way. The training kept me busy and distracted me from the negative thoughts—even if only for a while.

Did you know that exercising helps your body release chemicals called endorphins, also known as “happy hormones”? Instead of constantly feeling sorry for myself, I began working on becoming a better version of me. It wasn’t easy, but I took small steps—steps that were worth it.

I’ve healed and moved on, but when the past comes to mind, I still feel the pain. It’s a different kind of pain now—the kind that reminds me to keep moving forward and to be grateful that God pulled me out of that dark place.

Here’s what I’ve learned:

1. Surround yourself with positive people and things. You don’t need extra negativity or stress in your life.

2. Have “me time.” Being alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely. Use the time to reflect.

3. Find a hobby that keeps you busy and happy. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, as they say.

4. Have a support group or talk to your friends. True friends will make time and lend an ear when you need it.

5. The hard times won’t compare to the better things ahead. Sometimes we focus so much on the bad that we overlook the good that’s happening—or still on the way. Everything happens for a reason.

6. Pray. It’s the most important thing you can do every day. Just hang in there.