I know one thing:
There are two types of destructive sadness, that of those who discover great misfortune and are brought to their knees, and that of those who discover joy and can't bear to see how gray their lives are.
I'm one of them.
I'm trying to change. I'm trying to fill my daily life with joy and happiness. But it's hard.
All too often, I feel like I'm playing a comedy in which I'm a spectator, eager to be an actor.
Anhedonia, I hate you, with every fiber of my body, with every thought of my mind
I translated it thanks to deepL, I hope you can understand it like I feel it.
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sadness of a healing
SpiritualI will write here reflexions on life, inspired by friends' stories, I will talk about trauma, hate, violence, want of better times and more beautiful emotions. I will translate from french, i hope you will understand it as mush as I feel it.
