The story of how I came back
I stopped writing. I could no longer write anything that did not envolve the same old story. The depression that had ruled my life for a period of two years had finally took hold completly of my fingers. I could no longer type nor did I want to.
Eight months have passed since then and I am much much better. I am finally getting back some of the things I’ve lost. I was finally able to finish a book. I started getting full nights of sleep. I stopped crying in the shower or playing different scenarios in my mind while getting ready. I can concentrate while doing exercise. I can wake up in the mornings without that feeling of emptiness. I started laughing again. I am dancing again. I kissed someone new and actually enjoyed it very much.
I realize now that I am not ready to tell this story. For now this is enough.
