I recently discovered that I have just been juggling obsessions all my life. I’m not that surprised though; I knew it’d come to that ever since I discovered that I have no purpose written in my palm.
This past month I had a major depressive episode. I have had these since I was a teenager but this one was different. I was on the roof top of our hostel making a call when I walked to the edge and, for the first time in my life, I was persuaded of how easy it would have been if I just toppled over from there.
I have since slid into my safe mode: I’m just doing basic functions and focussing on my immediate goals.