Well, what should we talk about? Do you have any ideas? I don't. And I don’t know if I ever will. I sat down again to talk about nothing that will become everything in the end. That will become my everything. The discussions I have with my brain are endless and inconclusive all the time. They will never let me win, they will never let me lose. And they will never let me loose. The discussions do not have any origin, any destination. At some point I understand everything. I do. But in others I refuse the things. I refuse to understand them. I don’t hurt anymore. I hurt sometimes. I ache sometimes. It aches. It doesn’t leave a scar. I feel like I am in the middle of a void that can talk to me. We do have conversations that I don’t remember. We do have. ...
The peaks of my story, the journey of my learning, the awareness of mental health, the sharing of some information I have got, the growth, Warning! Not so fun. The more the merrier.