There appears to be light at the end of the tunnel, but the torture, the effects of past decisions, partly decisions of hope, are still not over.
And somehow I still see no way out.
Why does life have to be like this? And why is there help for everybody, for disaster victims, for mentally ill, for physically ill, but not for people like me, or people like me in the moment, in the moment of suffering?
And no, there is no solution, because somehow I want the impossible. It seems, it feels, it’s how I think other people look at it.
And it’s just sad.
But it hurts, it hurts, and the pain, the desperation, the stress destroys even more.
So I even asked, begged for a way out. But it was not given, not given yet.