Exactly one year ago I cryied during my 27th birthday night, at that time I just fell in depression. It ran inside me for eight months. Suicidal thoughts were not so strong, but they were scarily there. I thought about Chester, my late childhood and early teenage idol and unknown friend, I thought that maybe I always loved these songs' mood because I was meant to end just like him. But that was not true. I loved his songs because they filled me of joy, hope and love. During my depression I listened to Linkin Park a lot after a lot of years and when I was in their company I felt understood, calm and loved as only my girlfriend could make me feel. They helped me, together with some loved ones they saved me. Now I'm in a bad time again, out of depression but life has not been fair in the last months. I hurt and I've been hurt. Five minutes ago I turned 28. I was driving alone in my car back from work and listening to this. I'll celebrate my depressed year everytime I'll feel grounded, because I won that match against depression, I learned how to prove to myself that I'm not weak, and I'll do it again whenever I'll have to. I'm so glad to be ok with life now, one year later that fucking awful night that felt like the start of my pathological sadness. We are not alone, never. We don't need to search for happiness far from us. It's always close, people who love us are always close. We need to remember it and be glad.
Great bands with classic music will NEVER DIE in my mind. Sooooo much a part of my mental health. Its the first thing I turn to when I am confused about life's agenda for me.
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