It’s a feeling of extreme loneliness and being in a country where you cannot speak the language and no one understands what you are saying.
It’s a feeling of knowing what to do, but simply lacking the strength or the desire to do them.
It’s a feeling of dissatisfaction, despite your surroundings and a feeling of wanting to run away yet needing to stay home.
It’s a feeling of extremes… Passion, love, anger and solitude. It’s a sense of helplessness and confusion.
It’s a sense of Independence and knowing and wanting more and more. It’s fucking frightening and you sometimes wonder if anyone cares or can ever comprehend what you are going through.
It’s a feeling of wanting to tell the world yet never craving any attention.
That’s it, it’s a polar paradox of emotions.
Wanting but not knowing exactly what is needed.
I know because I have been there. never at the ledge, but definitely in the bright darkness.
Step out and ask for help, it is treatable.
Be there for others, but most of all, be there for yourself.