I am sure you have heard about the 27 Club. If you haven't, it does not matter. Anyway, they say the 74 Club is more popular.
It was difficult to arrive to 27 but the difficulty was kind of interesting for me. And then, suddenly my interest surpassed the risk of suicide and I survived. I won't say things are better now. It just happens that now depression seems to be very far away. Bad things continue to happen, bad people still exits, days suck, expectations, goals, everything continues to be as bad or good as yesterday. But now it does not matter too much. It is almost boring. Suddenly you know one thing for sure: that you won't kill yourself. Or, even better, that you will kill yourself but you won't hurt your body.
Is it peaceful? Yeah. But the stories invented by the humans are still there pushing you to devote them your life.
There is a comical side in all this stuff. You see the real shit but you are not screaming about the stupidity of it. You are able to continue walking and maybe later you will be dancing.
Have a nice day.
