I do want to write a few words today, because it’s a matter close to my heart.
This week is mental health week, today is mental health day. And even though I think one day is not enough to raise awareness, it is at least a day!
A year ago, I opened up about the fact that I used to go to therapy. I started to talk about what it feels like to have dark days, to feel like you’re not able to understand the purpose of life anymore. I wrote about how music and literature are the two things that comfort me, saved me. And that writing itself always has been my way to deal with the monsters, to work through these exhausting periods.
And yet, I don’t think that I will ever feel completely understood. Struggling with your own mind is probably the worst thing to explain to someone else. Especially when most of the time I don’t even know myself what exactly is happening – or why it is happening.
Everyone is different, and everyone suffers differently. Unfortunately, a lot still do it in silence.
Just keep in mind, you’re not alone!
I’m lucky enough to feel alright today. It is a good day, but I’m not taking it for granted. In contrast, I’m totally aware that it could switch within a second without any warning and if it happens, there will be one thing that keeps me safe, that keeps me alive… “and if it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have anything else”.
In monsterly love,