From Hell to Life

TW: Depression, Suicide I've been meaning to write about "how I changed my life in less than a year" for some time now, but I was reluctant as to where to start, what to mention, and where to end. My journey with depression begins very early in my life, probably in a previous life, with … Continue reading From Hell to Life

Who you are

Ten years of solitude, as expected, taught me a lot. And when I say "solitude" I don't mean I was living in a cave, eating insects. No. I mean I holed myself in my shell and didn't care what was happening outside. How can you understand the world if you don't understand yourself? In the … Continue reading Who you are


I’m looking at you, laughing. I want to break you into a thousand pieces. Stop. No. Don’t laugh. Don’t turn your back at me, asshole. I’m trembling, my heart races, and you laugh. Is that irony I see in your eyes? I want to make your pretty face unrecognizable. Don’t look at them. Don’t let … Continue reading Insanity

What would you do?

When it hurts to be you, there are two options: live with the pain or stop being you. What do you do? If a bomb was brewing in your gut for years, tossing you around in unexplainable anger, anxiety and occasional misanthropy, What would you do? When it finally explodes, anger subsides, anxiety turns to … Continue reading What would you do?

My Puppeteer

  It’s been so long since the last time I wrote for you, but whenever I try to remember how desperation feels, I think of you. It feels like eons since I decided to disassociate  from your web and even longer since I saw your eyes sparkling right back at me. Let me tell you, … Continue reading My Puppeteer