I'm very reflective these days, yesterday I was talking to a friend who is going through a very difficult time and she said that she has me as an example of strength and courage. I had to laugh hearing this nonsense. I was never a strong person, nor do I intend to be an example for anyone, I made and still make mistakes, I made many decisions, yes they saved me. But it was out of sheer desperation for the moment. When all the doors close and life loses its meaning for me, any decision is better than me sitting around just regretting and waiting for my end. So the word that always generated change in my life is not strength, nor courage, it was complete and pure Despair; I hugged him and I still hug him sometimes. There is no strength in me naturally, it has been emerging with brutality when I feel that I am at rock bottom, when Desperation amidst tears I try to smile, and get up... (Yes, Despair for me is with a capital letter). And what advice I gave this friend is: despair, sometimes it's good, only when the situation becomes unbearable do we seek change, trembling, stumbling, afraid of the future, but we walk into the unknown... And Dali tea to calm down on the path of change!