Once upon a time there was a little unicorn. Cheerful and energetic with no care in the world.
At some point this colour explosion encountered a world where people have to comply and never stand out without a good reason.
After a while even the unicorn started to get all gray to the point it forgot what it is. Days grew heavier and colours faded. Only joy was the night sky with stars and the warmth of the moonlight.
This will not the story of sadness :)
This will be my story of realization that it all can be better and that it is not wrong to be a unicorn.
P.S.
I still struggle to write things online. There is a magic in pen and paper. With that said - I still hope to convey my thoughts and beliefs on how interesting yet also fairly complex.
I've spent a year on my mental recovery and I've learned a lot.
I improved even more.
We have went:
From - "If I do not see it, it does not exist"
To - "You know what?! The one within actually wants to come out and play"
And all the way up to: "Hi there my lovely demons - "I will not run! Wanna hang out? I have time for you"
It is a long journey still up ahead and I feel ready :)
Your @alt_lv
