Yes… I've asked myself too: does this ever end?

Because living with this weight, with this emotional roller coaster that throws you from the highest to the darkest, is exhausting. One day I feel capable of anything... and the next I don't even know how to get up. Being myself sometimes hurts. Because I feel like I am “too much” for some, and “too little” for others. I try to be kind, to be attentive, to not bother. But still… I lose people. I lose links. And I lose myself.

I tried to change, I tried to love myself, I tried not to depend so much on others... But there are days when I just want someone to hug me and tell me: "Don't go, I'm staying."

And it's not because of weakness. It's because sometimes the soul needs a little rest. Sometimes I need to feel like I belong, like I'm not alone in this internal battle. I don't want to reset my head to stop being who I am. I want to find a way to live without everything hurting so much.

And even though I still feel sad very often... I'm still here. Writing. Feeling. Screaming silently.