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“Quietly I walk several miles back home. The calming environment of the heath and the sand flats around me allow me to clear my thoughts. I’m sure the words my twin sister just said to me will remain rumbling inside my head for a while. ‘I don’t think a drug addict can fully recover’. While every word just broke me again I remember how much I want to leave. Maybe I can move to another country, so that I’m at least away from all this misery. If I had the chance, I would. Just like my big brother left his entire family when he moved to New Zealand two years ago. I can hardly imagine me being lucky enough. Fortunately, I now know what has always helped me to get back up on both legs when my mind just doesn’t cooperate anymore. I can’t exactly describe it, but I can certainly give it a try.”
A retrospect on the life of a 17 year old girl, living in the Netherlands. While life is an emotional rollercoaster for her and dark thoughts constantly enter her mind, there still is some sort of force that gives her strength and drags her through it. She spends her life trying to figure out who or what is helping her and when social media is slowly coming up she seems to know.
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