june still

I’m a fan of Kobido. I absolutely love it! Maybe this kind of “slapping the face” helps me come to my senses?! I was there again two days ago. You know what? Indira, the girl I adore (a wonder with hands like vises), decided to put so-called “tapes” on me to help maintain the effect of the treatment. And you know what? She chose super colorful, rainbow ones for me. She said, “I thought these would suit you perfectly.”

How easy it is to not be able to guess what truly lies within a person.

Now I feel really good. I’ve done a titanic amount of work to feel the way I do now. A huge effort, driven by the will to live. Yet, even though sometimes it seemed to me that it would be easiest to end this process, I found my notes from that time, not so long ago after all. As I read them now, written on paper, on my phone – whether in emotion or completely without any – that version of me had a significant impact on who I am today.

I am still ill, but I am already taking care of myself.