So in my country our university works, in the way that, you apply directly into your major and then it usually takes about three years to get your bachelor where you only have courses surrounding your major. Depending on the popularity of the specific major the grade average, for getting in, changes. So last year … More Choices, when you feel nothing.
I don’t know about you, but for me, my depression is split between numbness and pain. In each their way, they are equally horrible and after some time i just wish for the other to come, immediately regretting it. The numbness is what I, in professionel terms deem to be dysthymia and the second, just a … More It’s coming
People always say that if you just do your best, that’s enough. First of all: What if it isn’t enough? and second: How do i even know what my best is? How can you possibly know what your best is? Is it doing what is asked of you or is it going beyond that? Is … More How do you know when you are doing your best?
Whenever i let out my worries, i’m almost always met with some kind of version with “You’ll do great, don’t worry” and it’s very sweet that people have that kind of faith in me, but most times it doesn’t change that i’m still gonna worry about it. A lot. Because that is how my bloody … More Sorry i’m a pessimist
Am I out yet? Out of this torment. Out of my brain. Can i focus on what really matters now? Whatever that is. I know it is not this.This black thing that fills my brain and fuels my life. I have let it consume my life. My thoughts. My feelings. My choices. I had been in … More Am i in the clear yet?
Therapy to me was always this sign of hope and it was so easy to make more of it than it was. Don’t get me wrong i highly recommend therapy and it has definitely saved me on numerous occasions, but it has never been that miracle i so yearned for and i really believed it … More Misconception of therapy
The Hamster Wheel I walk upon the streets so weary Where people go, oh so dreary Smoke is kissing the stone cold ground With the silence of no sound This was not supposed to be their future And all in while they look down at their suture That holds the wound they got the day … More The Hamster Wheel – Poem