Minutes to Midnight

August 04, 2015 Îmi e dor de mine Vreau să mă mai cunosc puțin. Simt că mai am încă ceva de descoperit și vreau să o fac din nou prin scris. Vreau să nu mă mai blochez la fiecare cuvânt, fiecare moment. Vreau să-mi pot lăsa sufletul să iasă. July 28, 2015 When do i stop talking? There are moments when being uncomfortable makes us talk more: about the weather, about the cat left alone in the appartment... about things that usualy would not get so much of our attention. It happened to me recently in a conversation with a man when I tried to say something but my words came out wrong. I was so terrified that he might get the wrong idea that I started explaining what I meant but again, nothing went right. And so I was digging deeper into the problem, mumbling things that made no sense, when all i had to do is stop talking in the first place. I guess being affraid of being missuderstood makes us talk more and insist on issues but all we have to do is take a deep breath and before...

I started this blog as I noticed today that my life keeps happening in a pretty clear loop. I remembered that back in the highschool I also started a blog and to my surprise I actualy had a few readers even though it was far from something you would read out of passion. My writing wasn’t good (not that now it is…), the themes weren’t so different and my thoughts were pretty far from happiness. I was doing it because writing was helping me cope with the things I was going through. I think this is the first time I am admiting to have had problems with depresion. It was pretty bad but I could hide it pretty well in the whole “adolescent years, puberty, nothing out of the ordinary” period of my life. Don’t get me wrong, my family was there for me, but back then my parents were growing up with me and the stress they had from life and work and resposibilities were enough for them already and they could not see my behaviour as what it was. I remember feeling lost, hurt and unimp...