My Journal

For several years I was depressed, or so I thought. I felt overwhelmed and exhausted all the time. I felt that the world was spinning around faster than I could blink my eyes. I felt like everyone else was moving on with their lives and I was stuck. People were passing by and I couldn't move.. I reached my limits when I stood in front of the window and for a second I thought of jumping. It took me months of hard work with myself to realize that I...
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For several years I was depressed, or so I thought.
I felt overwhelmed and exhausted all the time.
I felt that the world was spinning around faster than I could blink my eyes.
I felt like everyone else was moving on with their lives and I was stuck.
People were passing by and I couldn't move..
I reached my limits when I stood in front of the window and for a second I thought of jumping.
It took me months of hard work with myself to realize that I could get over this.
I started writing again.
This time, I was writing about my feelings.
t was like with every word on paper, it would get out of my mind and out of my life.
I used countless papers writing about what hurts.
From post it notes to random notebooks, they all had my soul on them.
And then I was good. I started waking up not hating myself and my life.
I started standing a little taller day by day.
I started wearing colors and walking with my eyes wide open looking at the world rather than the ground.
I started smiling for no reason and noding hello to strangers.
I grew up thinking that I was an introvert but I now I found myself taking to strangers and feeling happy feelings.
Life was good this one time.
And then it happend again.
Two years of happiness went by only to be followed by an even worse period of depression and darkness.
This time I had no hope.. I thought that there's no way I could get away with it for the second time.
But this time was better... this time I knew where to search for the light.
I started getting out of the house more and more.
I always had a notebook with me and kept writing at it everywhere I went.
I wrote and I wrote again and then I wrote some more.
Again it worked and I started feeling great again.
Writing isn't a magic trick that you do and the nightmares disappear (although that would make a great movie scenario).
Writing is the medicine of the soul and without it you simply can't get better, especially when you live in the place you got ill.
Use my journal to put your thoughts in one place and heal your soul from your overwhelming souroundings.
In the journal you'll find simple journaling pages to ease your mind and relax.
In the series you'll find a variety of different covers to chose from.
I wanna hear your stories so if you want to share your story with me, share it on instagram with the #tsotsocares and tag me @dimitratsotso