I feel nothing but breakdowns and panic/anxiety attacks. Thoughts are plagued by feelings of hopelessness/worthlessness. Why.
Is it stress?
On the verge of completely giving up on everything.
And in that moment, he realized, this is exactly what he’s been searching for all along, yet never knew could exist until that moment. He was, happy. The years of uncertainty, the nights of loneliness, the reckless decisions, the irrational moment of fleeting triumph. It all made sense now, and from the vantage point of retrospect, all seemed necessary so that he could be exactly where he was, happy.
We’ll all get there.— To Those Nights (Wong Fu Production)
It feels good to be the president/founder of a club. Especially when you see everyone finding new friends and having fun. :)
At what point does effort turn into denial?