We never truly forget. After years of mental health struggling I realized the first thing you lose is your ability to express yourself. I may be different, for sure, but it's the system that everyday just pushes my wrong triggers, hour after hour, with schedules, shouting voices, compromises, forced rhythms and shapes. I know I should just fly away, but GOD I'm not broken and I'm not damaged,and it's not my fault. It should be built differently, it should let everybody fit in. I struggle and I know I'm not the only one. So I am asking: why do we all keep accepting this? If I look back at this account I can see all the things I used to love and I dropped because of my struggles. I don't want everything to be ruined. Life hasn't been gentle with me but I won't let myself down and at least I'll try to treat myself in a better way. I'll keep myself up, fighting tooth and claws not to disappear in this ocean of nothingness.