"There comes a point when it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore. So we give up. That's when the real work begins. To find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all." 

That's what I did, I gave up. I lost my reason to write, which was the things that made me feel better, even if everything seemed to be not okay. But, some years later, I have found my reason to write again, it doesn't matter how long it will take, when I will finish my work, it's important for me to know that I WILL. 

Elly, 20.