the tale of a human unable to live

I often catch myself thinking that we, people, are like puppets, dancing to the rhythm of our negative emotions, thoughts. This dance that leads us to the edge of the abyss, and despite the awareness of this, we continue to spin in an endless whirlwind.

I remember the day when darkness enveloped me like a thick fog. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and voices were heard in my head - whispers of uncertainty, reproaches, fears. They merged with one round dance that did not give me a chance for salvation. I felt how every word spoken in my understanding was the tip of a knife piercing the soul. "You are not good enough", "You will never succeed", "You are alone." These phrases, like poisonous arrows, pierced

me, about introducing for myself the aftertaste of awareness of my hopelessness and melancholy.

I remembered how once, in a fit of despair, I decided to get rid of these thoughts, releasing them into revolution. I began to write. The words flowed out of me like a river rushing to the sea. I described my fears, my proposals, and it seemed that they were losing their power, becoming just ink on paper. But, alas, this was only temporary relief. As soon as the pen was torn from the sheet, the Darkness enveloped me again, and I again sank into despondency.

I watched the people around me, and I became afraid. People, like me, were prisoners of their emotions, feelings, fears, depressing thoughts ... They sought solace in alcohol, in

Optimal relationships, in the endless pursuit of money, which, like in the world, always remains out of reach. I saw how they broke themselves, as if they did not realize that they themselves were drawing their own chains.

But in this chaos, I also noticed sparks of hope. Was me, who, despite the inner demons, sought the light. They shared their difficulties, sought support from the right people, and in this process found strength. Then I realized that self-destruction is not an inevitable fate, a choice. We can choose the path that leads to the light, and not to me.

Every day I learned to let go of my fears, like leaves falling in autumn. I understand the beginning

that negative emotions are not enemies, but teachers. They show us where we need to heal, where we need to grow. And perhaps this is where our true power lies - in the mind to turn pain into beauty, and darkness into light.

So I continue my journey, realizing that self-destruction is just one of many roads. And by choosing another, I hope to inspire others at the same stage. In the end, we are all artists of our own destiny, and it is up to us what colors we choose for our canvas.