My journey has started today. 200 days until the end. And I wondered… We spend a lot of time trying to organise the world. We build clocks and calendars and even try to predict the weather. But what part of our life is truly under our control?
I also sat down today and I think this is going to be the opening of my book.
“In a time where I can’t really see anything but the bottom of a pill bottle. I have come to realize that dreams are a tragic rarity and nightmares the bitter reality. In life there’s a difference between giving up and knowing when you have had enough. And people cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long”.
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Did you quit your job?
And interesting start. Why exactly is this a time where you can only see he bottom of a pill bottle? Metaphor for feeling suicidal all the time?
Yes, I did. I have always been very caring to deal with money. I think with the savings I now have, I can still get through 2 years of living a normal live without having to work for it. When I final days approach, I will give everything I have felt; money, clothes, etc. to charity of something like that.
And yes, it is something like a metaphor for feeling really down and depressed even though taking medication and counselling.
English is not my first language, so it’s kind of difficult for me to express what I think, feel and want to express.
I like the first chapter , you should write more (: