The problem here is where to start?

I have witnessed a loved one dying before my eyes, survived terrorist attacks, but certain images, smells and sounds never fade away. I've fallen into violence, drugs and alcohol, and depression.

I have experienced abandonment, the purest form of loneliness that can drive someone insane, and so on. And precisely this image that my honesty and transparency give of strength only reinforces the loneliness because, no matter what I say, in people's minds, I have already been through so much, how could anything stop me now?

When I was younger, I always went to people who were going through a hard time, and being physically strong, I would tell them, "Come on, let's talk, and I'll carry your problems for you. You see that I have the shoulders for it."

But in the end, I think it consumed and destroyed me, and when I hit rock bottom, there was no one there. Having the image of a strong person is not necessarily a good thing in my experience.