You will want to run away from it. Don’t. Running away will only make it worse when you’ll eventually have to face it. (And you can’t keep running forever).

You will be in a constant search to try to find ways to temporarily fix it. Alcohol, drugs, self-harm. They won’t work. They will make you feel worse; but you will want to keep using them anyway.

After a while, you might make friends with it. Get accustomed to it. (But it will still hurt).

Loneliness will come along with it. Not because you’re necessarily alone, but because you’re engulfed in something that other people cannot understand.

Some days will be better than others.

And on these days, you wonder who you really are, and what you are without it.

You will also be scared. Scared of the moment it will come back again.

You will want to disappear.

And you can, if you want to. But you will be losing all of your possibilities. There are many possibilities. The biggest of all, is that you get another better day, followed by another and another. Don’t lose that possibility. (I almost lost my possibility, but I didn’t, and it came true).