PsyJump?

August 3rd, 2021. I was laying down on the floor. I kept thinking about the purpose of life and living and... even though I had quite a few people to turn to if I would want to, yet.. I haven't felt more alone than right at that moment. I closed up. I didn't want to talk or share anything to anyone. I felt like no one on Earth would understand me and actually LISTEN. For a minute, I felt like a burden, scared, powerless, useless, but the fear grew into something wonderful. Acceptance. How? By writing. I kept pouring my thoughts on a sheet of paper together with my tears. And for the first time I felt relieved, and ... heard? 

The srcribblings of mine from that night, for some reason looked appealing to me to risk and share out in a public, and maybe, just maybe, be useful to someone else who is also laying just like that and thinking... am I alone, and when will this end?

From then on I share the basic human experience that felt a bit more odd, a bit more painful or questionable, in order to show that we all go through the same story just with different characters and places. So, the grass is never greener, the stars are not shining brighter, or bringing more or less luck, the cross weighs the same it just looks different and fruits are not sweeter.

Myself, I am a Clinical psychology student with a dream to publish a book. The only information that is fully trustworthy is in the "scientifically proven" section. Other than that is just my humble (sometimes not so much) opinion, not facts.