Stories

Struggle

As we go through life, we see many stuff, hear many thoughts, feel many things throughout our body; but why?

We wonder who is going to be in our life? Who will help us? Who will love  us? Who will be willing to be with us for our entire life?

Many questions unanswered, many thoughts left alone. Left unattended. Left roaming. Those things are the ones that drew him mad.

You see, he was a nice person. He had a good job, lots of friends, a bunch of family members. But he was always thinking. Reading, wondering, dreaming, hoping to see some new changes in his life.

I thought that he went to get help. Hew stoped going to work, he wasn't speaking to me, he wasn't walking his dog, he wasn't watering his plants, it's like he disappeared.

Later on, I found out that he was in a mental hospital. He tried to commit suicide a few times, he broke the wallpaper of his room, tore down some pictures that were on the wall, the fridge was empty, his dog was very skinny and his pills ran out.

Eight years later, I finally saw him again. I'm very glad he's back home. We can finally be a family, or a list, we can finally get married.

A few years later, we had two kids and waiting the third one. We are very happy.

But, I see him as he wakes up at night, he sits on the edge of the bed, bending down, swinging him self back and forward, mumbling and running tus hands.

I still think he isn't as well as everybody thinks...