I didn't actually plan on writing now, but the unplanned writings works better most of the times. It comes up with things necessary to be said, things from deep within that otherwise is left unsaid. But it's not gonna be anything dramatic or poetic, I am just going to write how I feel these days.
Ever since last year, during the time I went into depression and anxiety disorder and eventually made a mess out of it, I haven't been myself. I feel there is, or has taken place, something wrong within me: the way I think, the way I function on day to day basis, the way I live.
I can't put my finger on it, but I feel lost in way that I can't identify myself anymore. I have lost the image of myself. Or perhaps the image that I am is not satisfactory for me anymore.
Ever since last year, during the time I went into depression and anxiety disorder and eventually made a mess out of it, I haven't been myself. I feel there is, or has taken place, something wrong within me: the way I think, the way I function on day to day basis, the way I live.
I can't put my finger on it, but I feel lost in way that I can't identify myself anymore. I have lost the image of myself. Or perhaps the image that I am is not satisfactory for me anymore.