It's quite demotivating when the thought that nothing is getting better becomes too intrusive; it makes me wonder if I should just do 'nothing' at all.

But then, when I look back at what I've done, a reminder that I have achieved something.

How could I forget that? I guess periods of darkness can really cast doubt in our minds.

We are all weird in our own way, aren't we?

And I'm so happy to read that all that 'running' led you to something that truly works for you.

I want to run away too, not from myself—because I am who I am—but I'm hoping to run away to somewhere that makes me feel like home.