I have been living in two worlds.
Sometimes the worlds get mixed up in each other.
At any given point, what I write is the truth from where I’m standing.
If one foot is in one world, and the other foot is in another world, then what happens?
What happens is, you end up being me.
One of the worlds I live in, is a fully-functioning idea and reinvention factory. I have thought up solutions to problems that you, statistically speaking, probably you don’t know exist.
I might just know more about your problems than you do.
Please try not to feel threatened by this. It’s not a competition, to see who knows the most about what problems.
I am here to help.
I am here to serve.
I am here to love the unlovable.
I am here to understand the unfathomable.
And I am good at what I am here to do.
But there’s another side to the coin. That other world.
If you only know me on Facebook, you definitely don’t have much of a clue about the depression I wade through.
It is not that I hide it. I don’t.
I let it all hang out as much as possible.
Social media doesn’t show you the gaps between posts.
The childish tantrums, panic attacks, and depression comas.
I know in my heart of hearts that this is all a part of a process that will turn me into who I am meant to be.
My metamorphosis into a butterfly.
It’s happening. I can feel it, stirring. Preparing.
When it breaks out, life is going to get good.
Actually, knowing and understanding what’s happening makes it easier to get through the hardships already.
After all, everything is going to be OK.
I believe that, and I live my life in a way to make it happen.
Much love, my loves.
Also published on Medium.