Just for me

— Monika Satvājyet Sunuwar

I can’t ask for help.
I’ve been struggling inside, unseen by anyone.
I was brave enough to grow stronger,
because I chose to be my own therapist.

I do multiple jobs.
I’m a good listener,
a motivational speaker,
a healer, an adviser — but for whom?

I’m the talker and the listener.
I’m the patient and the doctor.
I’m the breaker and the healer
for whom? Just for me.

The one who treats me best is me.
I talk to myself,
give good advice to myself.
When I go through hard times,
I give myself a motivational speech,
To come back as good as new.

I like this version of me.
I question myself and answer too,
because only my answers satisfy me.
When I lose my way,
I become my own guide,
guiding myself back to the lost path.

I’m the king and the queen.
I’m the master and the servant.
For whom? Just for me.
Treating myself better than others,
serving myself a great life.

I like you…
It doesn’t mean I’m into you
or flirting with you.
It’s a genuine compliment.

I offered you help
not out of pity, not even out of love,
but because of humanity —
a casual help by human instinct.

I go with the flow,
but I direct the flow.
I’m not arrogant;
I simply put myself first before others.
It’s called self-care.
Just for me.

Author’s Note :
This poem reflects my journey of self-reliance and inner strength. It is about embracing solitude not as loneliness, but as empowerment — becoming my own guide, healer, and motivator. Through these words, I share the importance of self-care and the courage to put oneself first, while still offering kindness to others. It is a reminder that sometimes, the greatest support we can find comes from within.