Mehiel

Mom. I miss her deeply every day that passes, life is hard without her but I remain strong, it is what she would have wanted, after having made so many frights in her lifetime, it is not to become inert when she past !

She was my hero, she made the person I am today, I owe her so much

I don’t really remember him, he died when I was very young so... Mom really loved him, passionately, with an eternal love that only happens once. He must have been a good person.

We had the same disease, the meager memories I have of him, was that he was trying to play with me when we were quarantined.

Honestly, he is the love of my life, when I met him, I admit that he did not excite me at first glance then he spoke, we talked, it was fluid as if we knew each other since always, he is the man of my life, my soul mate.

He gave up everything, risked everything for me, I would never be grateful enough for that, I would do anything for him, if he knew.

Son of a bitch. Literally

What do I think of myself? Honestly, it depends on the day, I sometimes have the impression that everything is fine and that everything will go well, I am happy, I believe that I appreciate myself, I am aware of my abilities and I know how to highlight myself.

On the other way, I sometimes hate myself, because of what happens, the actions I have chosen or when I am too stressed. I find myself in deep distress and I can’t get rid of my inner pain. I feel the need to make it physical to get rid of it. But this is even more guilty...