Dark clouds drifting in. Making fun of me, playing tricks on me. I don’t know if I can trust my own judgement, if my thoughts are real. It feels like it’s the real deal, but most of the thoughts are so surreal that they can’t be true.
I always call them the ‘dark clouds’, or the ‘dementors’, or just ‘the grey fog’. When it hits, it’s a lot. I see myself as a small person with a gigantic black monster walking beside me. This monster is feeding me with insecurity, dark thoughts and things that are
Omringd door heel veel mensen voel ik me soms intens alleen. Alsof ik hier niet thuis hoor; niet op deze plek, niet op deze wereld. Alsof ik de mensen niet meer begrijp, of misschien begrijpen zij mij niet. Hoe meer ik van mezelf begrijp en leer houden, hoe minder mensen
Mag ik schreeuwen
The weekend was full with joy and love. I felt like we ruled the world. We stayed in bed till morning was over, he made me see heaven. His touches were gentle at first but he also knew I needed more. Depression faded away like it was nothing, I felt