What does it mean to be strong?

Yet another metamorphosis. And this time, it' so very immanent.
The problems and obstacles didn't vanish, no. But the fear of them - obliterated. Frankly, the fear of anything has finally come to an end. Replaced by a sense of detachment from all the people around but hey, it's a start.

That's why I don't give a damn who reads this (implying: no one does and no one cares but neither do I)

It's almost ridiculous, how strongly our perception of life is affected by the emotional conditions in which we're in. And, notably, how deep changes can emerge from such an emotional state, even if it's not so significant by itself.

The feeling of inner solidness almost makes my head feel dizzy. After losing the grip of every single one of the things which I always thought of as pillars of my self-esteem and existence - there is something else there, something that doesn't derive from who I am. It is the one thing that hasn't changed through all those years and I'm quite delighted to discover it's still there.

My happy place.
It feels like home.

And it's all thanks to You