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Hi.

It all started almost three weeks ago when I was actually pretty happy about how things turned out. Sure there were some problems but nothing that you couldn’t surpress thinking about. But then something happened and chaos started all over. I think I’ve been suffering from depression since I was forteen years old and surely sometimes in the last ten years I had a feeling of not being able to continue. I did anyway.

See, the thing with depression is – as I’ve been reading on one of my favorite blogs on the interenet – you don’t necessarily want to kill yourself. You just want to be left alone, for time and the world and everyone else to forget about you so that you can kinda just…stay where you are not doing anything. So you’ll be able to fade away. Stop existing.

I’ve been at this point more times in my life than I can count and I guarantee you: I can count pretty high. It tires me and wears me out. Today is one of these days – hence the blog. I never went to see a doctor to get my depression confirmed so there might be a slim chance I’m just a drama queen who is sleepy all the time, has super low self esteem, feels the need to cry every so often without good reason and makes a big fuss out of everything while being extremely lazy and not feeling real happiness like…ever. Would be a lot of coincidences, am I right?

This time though, I’m really considering seeing someone. A diagnose should help me focus on finally getting better and most of all  being okay with not feeling okay or productive for a period of time. I want to know it’s not my fault. I want to be proud of what I accomplished regardless of being mentally ill. I want to be able to say: I’ve made it this far and look where I am now.

What bothers me the most though is how people treat you differently knowing that something’s wrong with you. Not everytime when I want to be alone, I want to hurt myself – I actually haven’t done that in years. And I mean like…9 or so. Most of the time I feel more comfortable being on my own and need to calm down, think, order my thoughts and push myself to get some strengh. But my sister freaks out everytime… She also doesn’t know how to ‘handle me’ anymore but she feels like she can’t help me (apparently because the only one who can really help me is either myself or a shrink) so she’d rather not try and live life regardless of my needs and feelings. But that’s another topic right there. One that really hurt to be honest. But I’ll get to that sooner or later.

Okay, so this is my first post. I hope to be able to upload every week. Just my thoughts, if i did something important… Just to have something to get back to once in a while. If you experience similar things, feel free to contact. I am sure only somebody who actually lived through mental illnesses understands what it actually feels like. If you want to know who I am, please read About.

Also I kinda like the picture so i might just leave it here.

Have a good day and take care.

– signed A

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I think I’ve seen a ghost

Apparently the long pause of text messages between my friend and me has not been the beginning of a new era. Or maybe it has but on Sunday it didn’t really seem like that big of a deal to me anymore – at least not overall. So I decided to send her a pic I had promised to send her before. Just the pic without any text. She wrote back almost immediately and we talked a little more after that. It felt okay.

Then, yesterday at work she wrote me in chat – yeah we do have a chat function which is very cool if you have secret stuff you want to talk about – if everything was fine and we basically sorted it out. Kind of. Look, I know I am a weird, twisted person and her words were reassuring but I still feel like I need to step back a bit. She told me about how she thought about all our fights and that she probably wanted too much. It was really funny to read because she expressed the exact same thoughts I did, when I was writing my last post. You know…all the ‘you’re gonna push the person you love away and stuff’. Go read it, if you haven’t already. For a moment I honestly thought she read my entry but then there is absolutely no way since I have never ever told her the name or anything else connected to this blog. She knows it exists and that it’s a lot about my condition and stuff but that’s all. Has she found it? Probably not. Hopefully not haha. God, I really hope not…

Well, I digress. For years and years we were having the same discussions over and over again. Me wanting more alone time, me wanting to decide whether I write back the moment I get the message. Me wanting to go out with people and not having to tell her, when I do so. Me wanting to have some privacy and not tell her every little thing that happens or ever happened in my life. She always felt hurt about that. I wasn’t aloud to keep secrets of the past. Me refusing to give her every part of me was a huge problem but I was not able to do it. And to be completely honest, I didn’t want to either.

You see…the problem with a person you love so much, but who is loved by others much more than yourself almost all the time is that you are bound to feel jealous at some point. Even though you hate yourself for it. You start to feel not good enough. You keep looking at that person you love so much and start to feel hate and guilt at the same time because she is oh so perfect and everyone sees her and likes her so much more. How cool she is and her hobbies are so special and OH! You see how stunning she looks?! She’s better at everything, makes people laugh, gets invitations to every party. Luck follows her around wherever she goes and just to cut a little deeper, she is diligent too, getting much more stuff done than you ever could.

She seems to beat you in every effing section in life, be it creativity, social matters, luck, work, the list goes on and the worst part is that none of this is really her fault. It hurts to see this but I also know I can’t blame her for being liked. Don’t get me wrong. There definitely ARE people around here that like me too, I just need a little more time to come out of my shell and unfortunately society doesn’t grant you said needed time. They go for whoever fits first and I am sad to say, it is always her. You get home after what was supposed to be a really fun night out and all you can think of is ‘why is she so much more successful than you are? Am I not loveable enough?’ You push back the tears and the frustration and need to remind yourself every minute that ‘No, it is not your best friends fault.’ Neither is it yours. That’s just how things are. It still hurts though…

To be exact here… I NEVER blamed this on her. i never even said this to her face but I cannot say, that she has never felt my sadness about this in other ways. Most of the time I just give up, go quiet and distance myself a little to try picking myself up again. Now just imagine being confronted by this five days a week, if not 24/7. Every time you do something together. You go out, you go shopping, you meet up with friends… This voice in my head that keeps telling me I can’t ever reach this height is always present. Sometimes it whispers. Sometimes it screams into my ears. But it is always there, nerver silent.

I always thought to myself when we had these said discussions, that at least I can see her own faults now. I know she has some and they show themselves once in a while. At least SHE loved me more than anyone else. SHE thought I could do stuff better. SHE didn’t care about other peoples attention, as long as she had mine. SHE thought i was beautiful and yeah, to me that mattered a lot. The person who is so much more loved by others, loved me above everyone else. It gave me a little comfort. Only that yesterday she told me, that now she finally understood what I meant. That I was right all along, when I said, I need my own space, that she will just brush it off, if for some reason i would not write back for a few hours for whatever reasons. She doesn’t care whether I go out with friends and not tell her. Sure, she would like to know but it’s fine if it just doesn’t come up.

Sounds awesome right? I got what I always wanted. Part of me is happy about it – also because I know how hard it sometimes was for her. So yeah. It is awesome. Only that…the change felt so sudden. Not only that, I feel like she is slipping away from me. She told me that was absolutely not the case but after all she was the one who basically kicked me out two weeks prior in a nice way because she had some plans with her dad working in the apartment. She also didn’t seem to excited when I asked her if she wanted me to stay a day longer at her home last thursday. Also we used to write a whole lot in the evenings over text message. Now as soon as the evening starts I can be happy about what? 5 messages? She doesn’t ask me to come over, she stopped asking me about my day… Everything just…stopped or changed. Don’t get me wrong now, I am happy for her if she feels better now but I cannot help but feel confused about all this. She tells me everything is fine. Her feelings regarding me haven’t changed but why does it feel so different then? Am I really that paranoid? Does she care to her life without me more, because she feels like that’s what she needs? She told me that’s not what it is.

I know I am doing exactly what I shouldn’t. The toxic behaviour hasn’t stopped lol. The only difference is, I never told her about me sometimes thinking exactly the same things she was. I just tended to my own projects, cared about my own life and tried exactly what I already wrote in the last entry: To remind myself that my life is beautiful and not lost without her in it. I feel like this is still the way to go for me. It might be a hard way but in the end…if this is where we’re going – and to me, even though she says nothing in her behaviour has changed, this is exactly where we’re going – then I won’t be the one fighting against it. I will grow with the challenge. I did it once before.

So yeah, I’ll just stick to my plan. Writing less, seeing her less, just getting a feeling of where she might just spring into action again. Once again I don’t think I’m seeing ghosts. Yeah I know that her change of thoughts about this is new to me and I need to get used to my newly won freedom. But that’s not all there is to it. I feel like somewhere we are drifting apart and since I learned, that you need to go quite a distance before you can drift back together, rather than trying to follow and pushing and pulling to get back where you once were, this is the way for me to go.

Please wish me luck, that all this works out fine and that soon, I’ll get behind all this. Tomorrow night at least, I’ll be home safe and sound. Unexpected, but so it will be.

That’s all folks – I need to head to bed. Until next time…take care!

– signed A

Ignore this post. It’s weird.

So I gotta be honest with you right there. I think being as close to your best friend as I am to mine is breaking someones neck in the long run. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. A week or something to be exact and as hard as I tried to find a good reason to stay as close (despite all the fun we have together) and not seeing all this end poorly hasn’t worked out for me so well.

It all started with little fights again and me not believing some things she tells me or at least me reckoning she sometimes doesn’t tell me the whole story for obvious reasons. It’s just…in the first posts I told you guys about this big fight with her and it still isn’t fully over. At least not for me. I mean yeah, we are having good times but I can’t seem to trust her fully anymore and I definitely don’t feel the need to move in with her any time soon. I think moving together would be the death of our friendship or – if not that – the death of my sanity. Other than that – and as long as we don’t talk about touchy subjects – we’re fine.

There are just some things I can’t stand. I know for a fact that some of those things make me look like a bad friend and are toxic for a relationship, being it a friendship or a real commitment. I’m trying hard to change. So far it’s not working too well. On the other hand…it’s not like it’s all my fault. She has a handful of them too and even though she claims everything is fine…I always find a reason to believe the opposite. Maybe I’m searching for them, maybe though, I am right and not seeing ghosts and everything is gonna start over again. Our friendship feels strange lately and when I told her that she just said I was overreacting and that none of what I said is actually true.

Yeah, I might be seeing ghosts. I might also be seeing the future. You see: When you want to be the most important person in someones life you’re bound to get hurt. It’s just that easy. There’s always gonne be something new and interesting and cooler to explore. And if there isn’t, you’re always gonna wonder when something new, more interesting or cooler might pass you both, leaving your friend to follow and you behind them all alone again. If you worry too much – THAT’s when you start having the time of your life. In a bad way. You start pushing the person away from you because fights are unavoidable if you want to control a persons life, even if it all happens out of fear of loss. You start driving the person away from you and panic when you discover exactly that. More and more fights are the outcome. It’s like a huge spiral of doom with no exit, no way out. Once you’re in there it’s hard to stop. Well, I’m kinda sad to say, that sometimes we are both guilty of that. That’s what makes it so difficult.

Taking a step back on your own sometimes works. That’s what I’m trying to do right now. Stepping back to see, whether the other person follows or not. And if not, well…then at least I am the one who initiated the real change. I’ll stick to myself this weekend, see if any messages will pop up once in a while. So far nothing. Might be, because yesterday felt strange and I said something about enjoying her day leaving me open the possibility whether I’ll write back again or not but in the end I was the one who wrote the last message later that day.

Okay. Reading over all this again makes me feel embarrassed. It seems so childish to me but I can’t help feeling this way…. And you guys probably don’t care about the stupid “who messages first or last” – thoughts and yeah, you are right. It should not matter. And with every other friend – I guarantee you, it doesn’t. I’m just so used to us being close even after what happend in 2016, I know our habits and I tell you: Once it started feeling normal and being important, it will be for a long time until you try hard to change that. I am trying right now. I need to get some distance between us, remind me again, that my life can be beautiful and my spare time can be important without her in it. I never was a dependent person and I don’t plan on start with it now.

I suppose I will see what will happen. Either way, stepping back might be exactly what I need. If she does the same I honestly don’t know where we wil end up or if we’re even gonna end up anywhere at all. But leaving or for that matter the change won’t hurt as much if you choose to do the same. At least you’re in control of your own life and in the end that is all that really matters.

Please don’t judge me for this absolutely childish and weird post. I’m having a weird phase again right now. I’ll talk to you again when I feel a little more sane, haha.

Until then, take good care!

– signed A

Mistakes were made

So, another month practically flew by and you have absolutely no idea how worrisome it has been. I screwed up at work twice – once because of my rather occupied mind and a second time because there was really important information, when I started my knew job, I should have gotten but didn’t. So practically it was not a 100% my fault. Also it was a misunderstanding and started not that good in the first place.

Well, the first fault I was able to completely obliterate once I found out about it and it was no big deal. The second one… You have no idea how much trouble I had keeping my mind from thinking about it. Keeping from feeling guilty about this one and playing the situation over and over in my mind, thinking it through to try and find out if I could have prevented anything from happening. To be honest, I’m sure I overreacted a little but there I was, having a really hard time with my family – the day before, I kept arguing with my parents about the whole situation…well…discuss, I would say. I was tired, exhausted, sad and distressed already and then this unfortunate incident occured and left me even more distressed. The first few days I could hardly think about anything else even though my team manager told me it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I do trust her but she wasn’t with me when it happened. She just trusted me when I said it was an honest mistake out of inexperience. Still – I can’t stress it enough. How am I supposed to know something nobody told me about in the first place when I started my job?

There’s a good chance she’ll get back to me about this – after all that’s what we said we would do but so far nothing has actually happened. I really do hope she just lets it fall. The only thing that sums the consequences of this mistake up is, that there’s one more person in the world who was probably angry for a few hours or a day and that’s it. Nothing more. I hope I didn’t jinx it now, writing about it here and that tomorrow she’ll call me over, telling me she’s ready to take another look at it. But honestly…It’s been over two weeks now and I would feel so much better just moving on from it. I already know what went wrong and trust me: This will never happen again. You think, shoudl she ever want to talk about it again, I should tell her that? Let’s just hope she lets it slide. I’d be so thankful for that… Feeling guilty is already nasty as it is.

Other than that nothing really happened I could talk about. My parents were close to divorcing. Probably more often than I can count. Last weekend though they spent a lot of time together and enjoyed it. I don’t know what that means but if there’s anything I have learned is that I cannot change the future by worrying about it too much. What they make of their relationship is their business. All I can do is watch. Just as I can only wait and see what my teammanager decided to do now.

I picked up welsh again. Learning a few words everyday now and getting the grammar right. I’m actually quite proud of my progress and I absolutely hope to use it this september, when I’ll make a trip to Wales for a few days =) Also I’m trying to look decent in summer so I attempt to do some gymnastics at home. So far nothing has changed but I already know this takes time. BUT I went climbing with friends on Saturday and I realized I had  more strengh and endurance than I originally thought which felt great. I was proud of myself =) So yeah, a few good things happened too.

And I just gotta tell you. The sun feels awesome. Sometimes a bright light is all I need in my life. Bright light and a good book.

Okay, so that’s my update for today. Sorry it’s all over the place and weird and I can’t go into details too much. I just wanted to tell you I’m still here fighting =)

Until next time…take care!

– signed A

Love hurts

My parents have been in love for 28 years straight and a little longer. And then something happens and the love changes and shifts and suddenly you start to wonder if you really could have been so naive to think love stays for forever. It had been around for such a long time I took it for granted. I took for granted, that my dad thanked my mum on his birthday last year, because she stayed by his side and made him feel accepted and unique and that she was the most beautiful soul to him to this day. I took for granted feeling welcome in this house and seeing them together holding hands on occasions. It was just normal life for me. Everyday.

And now I see how my mums happiness slowly decays, if it exists anymore at all. She has aged so much in these few weeks – I see her everyday but today I noticed and it shocked me to the bone. It’s really true that happiness and harmony help you age well. But when it suddenly disappears… My mum looked so good for her age. Now she looks almost like a ghost, her skin like soft tissue, pale like our cold white wall, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. It’s hard to see her like this. I wish I could do more for her. I wish I could make her feel happy again. I wish I could change everything that has happened in the last few months.

I try to be there for her. I’ve never seen her cry like this before. I’ve never had my parents come to me, seeking advice before. You know – we always lived in perfect harmony. In our family there was so much harmony it was almost bloody disgusting. Not on every corner and we have had our share of discussions and fights but we always found a way back together. Somehow we just knew everything would be okay again. My friends would say my parents were the perfect couple and I would look up to them, proud to have them as my family, wishing for a relationship as steady and loving as theirs. These feelings are new to us all.

And I don’t blame my dad. He never wanted it to come this far. He always wanted the best for us but as I already said – things happen and you start to think and wonder and sometimes your mind starts to wander without your permission and your heart follows and you can’t stop either of them. He’s not in love with someone else in case you’re wondering. He’s rather not in love with anyone anymore – not even with himself. And that’s the root of the problem. Even I wasn’t sure if he was still proud of me, if he still loved me, if he wanted to spend time with me. Maybe he just didn’t have the energy and it would have been fine to just say so. With all my inner conflicts I would have totally understood. But he prefered to remain silent and so our minds started to wander and we painted our own pictures of what he needed and wanted and how our future would look like. Whether we would continue being a family or not.

Today we had a long talk and I feel like – and on a sidenote: I find this quite ironic – they can’t make it on their own anymore. They decided to seek help like I did last year ago. I would have to look up the exact date when I finally made my decision and called someone but it can’t be that far from march. Maybe we’ll all have an anniversary next year…

Well enought with the jokes. This situation isn’t that funny. It never has been… The pain is real. My dad hurts because of his inner demons and because he hurt my mum a lot. My mum hurts because all she wanted was to see us all happy and be with my dad for the rest of her life and now she lost all her trust in their relationship. My sister hurts because she has no idea what the **** is going on. And I’m hurt because I sit in the middle of this desaster and wonder where all this will end. And also I wonder why I don’t have the superpower to just make all the bad feelings disappear. And why I can’t make people see different angles of a situation. I wonder a lot. But most of all I don’t want to see my family hurt. I hope we’ll find a way. I’ll keep you updated…

Until then…take care!

– signed A

 

 

P.S.: Also I’m really sorry for not writing happy things again. You’ll just have to wait a little while longer. Hopefully not that long… Yeah, I’m rooting for that too.

Still alive

Hey guys,

I must admit – for a while I have completely forgotten my blog. Out of sight, out of mind – I suppose. I’ve been stressed out for quite a while now because of family issues which started in December… Yeah, another difficult situation in my life but oh well… At least I haven’t had a real breakdown this winter and let’s just hope it’s almost over and summer is just around the corner =)

About the family issue… That’s a topic I’m not quite sure I can discuss here… Well, I could but after all this blog is about me and my way and struggle through life. I just kind of want to leave my family some privacy… They have no idea that this blog even exists. Let’s just say it’s a tough situation though and I have been worrying a lot, so that probably explains why I have been gone for a while now.

The new specialist team at work is perfect for me though =) I like my colleagues, the topic fits me and I have just received awesome feedback from my teammanager. You could say I’m blessed with my working-situation right now and that’s a huge plus and makes my personal situation a little easier to deal with. Everyone wants to feel wanted and that’s exactly what my team manager does – making me feel appreciated. Also I’m apparently doing a great job so there’s little to no room for critique. Normally I hate self-praise but that’s what my boss said, not me. I am just happy that the voice in my head, that keeps saying ‘you can do better and everyone sees it. Also everyone is bothered by your presence’ got overrun by a magnificent truck today with the label ‘keep telling her bullshit, you’re gonna be proven wrong anyway’. For once it’s silent and I hope it stays that way for a while.

Anyway, this post is just a little update so you guys know what I’ve been up to and that, yeah, I am actually still alive. I promise to not forget again and update frequently from now on =) I cannot promise every post will be a good one but I wanted this so I might as well through them out there.

Until the next post (which will happen so much earlier), take care

– signed A

How to make it work

Hey guys. I’ve got a question for you.

Why are relationships so difficult? And I not only mean couples. I mean every single kind of relationship. Sisters and friends and even the one you have with yourself. It’s just not fun dealing with them. I’ve had so many set backs in relationships in my life, I couldn’t count them even if my life depended on it and I know I’m not the only one here.

And it’s not only that you need to take care of the ones you’re having with other people – there’s always that one friend or family member who has a problem and wants to ramble about it with you or needs your help or your advice. The world is full of relationship problems – it sometimes makes me wonder why we deal with them in the first place.

You know, I’m considering myself as a very weird person to deal with. I know I’m far from easy to handle but I’m giving my best even if – considering my psychological status – it might not come across as much. But still I’m trying. I like to think that everyone does. It’s just that sometimes its so hard to let go and understand. Or even if you understand the problem, it’s just so hard to change things. Sometimes change IS the death of said relationship. Sometimes you try but everything seems to be in vain and you keep wondering why you haven’t given up yet and can’t find the answer to that question anywhere. Or you don’t want to find it because you know it would hurt or just really screw you up in a very gross way.

Sometimes these tiny little problems show up without warning and before you even realize what you just did or said upset someone, you find yourself stricken in half hearted excuses or completely annoyed at the subject of said problem. Maybe you’ve already gone over it a thousand times and you keep claiming and discussing the same stuff to no avail. And soon enough you feel like someone or something stirs your feelings like a farmer would plow his field. It seems so wrong.

Like you can never make it right. Really right. And on the other hand no one can make it perfect for you. There’s always gonna be pain or distrust or resentment at some point. You never get over it. And the closer you get, the riskier it gets. These negative things feel like hurdles you can’t jump over. You just keep spinning around them to avoid them until you suddenly turn too sharply and it’s already too late to turn back or stir in another direction because you’ve been too close for that to begin with. It’s gonna take a while to get back to spinning around again. We in Austria call that Drahtseilakt. Feeling always on edge, feeling like everything can turn around in just a few seconds. It only takes one word, one gesture, one moment to ruin it all. At least for a little time.

Okay, maybe I’m being too dramatic here… It’s just that I’ve witnessed some pretty bad miscommunications and discussions over christmas and I feel sad for that. Sometimes you want so badly to make it right but you just…you just can’t. And you cannot make the other one understand either. There’s always a way if the two of you pull in the same direction. But as long as the relationship lasts, there’s always gonna be fighting material as well. The more time you spend together, the harder it gets. The longer you wait, the more it will hurt. I just hope it’s not too late. I hope we all can pull in the same direction. I hope we all have the strengh and the will to make it through.

…Just throwing that out there. I’m sorry for this out of context writing. I just needed to get that down I guess. It seems like this is gonna be my last post for this year. It’s certainly not gonna be my last ever. If I have any New Year resolutions it’s definitely to write more posts on here than just one for each month.

We’ll see how I get to that. I wish you all a Happy New Year. May your start be merrier than mine and until next time…take good care.

– signed A

My Birthday week

Hey you guys!

I’ve got news!!! No, not THAT kind of news. But news nonetheless. First off… I couldn’t bring myself to see this doctor again. I just can’t and I feel like I’ve delayed it so much already, that I don’t even care anymore about what the specialist said. To me it doesn’t matter right now because I’m not as stressed out as I have been the last few years this time around. I just need to take care of myself. Because I know how I feel and that something is wrong but also, that I’ll be fine if I just care for myself in the ways I need. Who cares what a doctor is going to say anyway?? (As long as you don’t feel too bad, you don’t. I know you don’t.)

My birthday week(s) were awesome. My best friend gave her all to make these days the most exciting and wonderful I’ve had in a long time. She also took care of a few points on my bucket list I wanted to get rid of before I turned 25 but sadly never got around to. We had a huge party on Saturday from like 10 am to Sunday same time. All my best friends attended – not one of them (!!!) canceled, though one of them studies in another big city and she had to drive for 3 hours to get here. One was sick a little and two of them have a full time job and pets to take care of. I already wrote a post about people and attending parties these days – it was around last years New Years Eve. A desaster. You just can’t take anyones word anymore… But it worked for my birthday. And that was probably the best thing about it all.

Also even though not all my friends knew each other – everyone got along so well and they were keen on every activity we did. I mean everyone knows that one guy who comes along but doesn’t really seem to bother to get involved and everyone thinks he has a bad time, right? He’s just kinda there and nobody knows why. At that party no one was like that. The whole 24 hours we had fun. We went to a thermal spring, did some beauty masks so I would look good for the photo shooting, played games and went to a karaoke bar. Every single one of my friends sang. It was awesome. Having them over, chatting, laughing, just being with them all… I loved that day.

The next few days were sprinkled with adventures. Just small things like the photo shooting, a dinner and crime party, a personal scavenger hunt, going to an amusement arcade and a casino, a Segway drive… We also wanted to fly a kite since I can’t really remember doing it before but it for once it wasn’t nearly windy enough. We had a family party too since I wasn’t home for my real birthday, because on Friday we took off to Paris. I didn’t know where we’d go until I took off my blindfold right at the airport. To be honest I didn’t even expect we’d fly anywhere – I thought we’d be leaving by train. But no. There my best friend was, buying flights for the both of us, booked a hotel room with  a perfect view from the bed straight to the Eiffel Tower only a few hundred metres away. It was like a five minute walk. She thought about everything, bought a guidebook, booked a fancy dinnertable for two at the Ciel de Paris for my birthday evening. The food was great, I got free ice cream and a candle to blow out and the view was breathtaking. It was a wonderful birthday.

On the last day we let some sky lanterns fly in the night sky. It was so beautiful and magical that people actually stopped by to tell us how nice this idea was. By that time we had already seen the arc the triumph, notre dame, versailles, the louvre, the rue de rivoli and champs elysees, the pont alexandre, the bookstore Shakespeare and Company, the conciergerie  montmatre and of course Disneyland. Yes, I was tired ALL the time because there was so little time and so much to see but I loved every second of the trip despite the lack of sleep and exhaustion. The last thing we did was go up the Eiffel Tower. To say goodbye to Paris. I suppose I don’t have to tell you, the view was gorgeous.

Well… that was my birthday. A month has passed since then and iIstill remember it all clearly. The people were so nice, the public transport so very different and irritating, the houses so beautiful and I swear! On every corner we saw a pharmacy. On literally every corner. It was so weird. My feet never hurt so bad in my life, we ate subway almost every single day because of the high dinner prices and we enjoyed it. I learned a few french words, fought an amazing galactic battle in space, got a silhouette from montmatre of me… On my birthday we walked home all the way from Ciel de Paris back to our hotel (which had a rain shower by the way! I love those things!!) and that’s probably one of my favorite memories. Just talking casually, wandering through the streets, always the Eiffel Tower in sight – because obviously it marked our way home. I also got to buy my favorite french sweets. Carambas which are like long caramel candy bars. They taste delicious.

Anyway. I’m so thankful I got to experience all this just because my friends all consider me worth it. They consider me being with them enough, a good enough friend. Probably this is what gives me strengh to get through the last weeks of this year. Not saying there’s gonna come tough times again too. But for now I know my family and friends love me to make all these things for me, they care to see me happy and that’s what I’m grateful about the most.

For now that’s all I wanted to tell you. I’ll see to writing another update before this year ends. Until then… Take care!

– signed A