I once found the most devastating storm inside my head. My thoughts were flooded by murky memories I could never forget. I was drowned; and it felt like not even a single person was there for me – to save me from drowning, so I just let and kept myself sinking in the deepest depth, giving up and not trying my best to survive. “I’ve never been alive, anyway,” words I inscribed in my heart. I let the cold shadows of loneliness outrage within me. I drowned my own self; And then, I found someone who sought for help, drowned by her thoughts, fighting with her ghosts, dissociating herself from the storm that kept her suffering. We were both underwater, barely breathing, both drowning; but she kept on fighting While I already gave up. That was the moment I realized that the storm I used to call so turned into the person I had been. “I myself was the storm that drowned me intensely.” Thanks to that someone I met in the same water I had had drowned in. She made me realize one thing. “Some are dying to live. Why am I even living to die?” And thanks to her because I had realized that we could not survive if we would not do something for own survival. Everybody can help us, but we are the only ones who can save ourselves from our own storm, especially if the storm is us.