I was always “a bit depressive”, but the last year… lets just say all my demons had a reunion and dragged some new ones along. They party was going on and on and on and on… till we got to the edge of the abyss. I wasn’t there for a long time, but the surroundings where just to familiar and somehow comforting. So I stayed there. Waiting. To let go and fall. Deluding myself that maybe someone will come. Convincing myself that all the thing I hear about myself are true. Stupid, disgusting, disappointing, useless, unworthy, a failure. No one came. Just like the last time. And all the times before. And all the times that will come.
I wish to all of you, that you see all those people that are around you. That care so deeply about you. We never know what storms life will bring so I wish you that you have people who will go to the darkest places of you soul and search for you and who will bring you home safe. Appreciate them.