Yeah, this post is in english... I really don't know why, but it just felt right at the moment. Well, I discovered what I have, and know it's not just depression anymore, we have the fucking panic syndrome as well, and it really REALLY sucks. I tought everything was going okay for a while, last year wasn't the best of my life, just in the beginning I had to make a little surgery, take my gall bladder of, no big deal. After that I tought "Okay, everything's going to be ok now, things will flow and my life will start to get better for real. Graduated from college, good job, not doing what I really love but at least I'm in my area", but no, life is harder than we think... When we think we won, she pushes us back agains the fucking hole, making us try to crawl back, again and again.
It's hard, it really is, but I managed almost everything, in the end of the year my grandma got sick, stayed in the hospital for a few days, and we tought she was fine. New year I traveled with my friends to Floripa, to visit my uncle for the first time in almost 7 years since he moved there. It was pretty awesome, but my best friend got crazy and pissed my off, taking all my strenght till I gave up on him. We came back, and I was already feeling like shit again, but never spoke to him till the day he came to me, saying he misses me and blablabla. We start to feel like old time again, but in the begining of March I started to feel sick, stopped working for two weeks till' I had my first crisis... It scared the hell out of me, it was hard to face that, seeing my mom trying to help me but doing nothing, also as my dad, my sister so scared that I don't even know, and that was when I discovered this new disease, "SO AWESOME".
I started all the possible treatments, the first days with medication I felt like shit again, or worse, and then, at one good sunday, when we were having lunch with my family, my grandma almost died. There, in my house, in front of my, in my arms. She's alive, me and my dad, well, we saved her, thank God, but she's still not okay, and I'm so fucking scared, because I quit my job and can't even help to take care of her because I'm freaking out and feeling sick all the time. My mom is going crazy as well, well, she don't want to loose her mother, and me... I'm just worthless.
So, this is the begining of my 2015... Crazy, with no job, no plans, trying to make new ones but it's so hard, and that's it. Right now I'm just freaking out again, and decided to put some of my frustrations here, in english, because I don't know why, and listening to the same song over and over again (Babe I'm Gonna Leave You by Led Zeppelin - Thanks OTH soundtrack for remember me of this amazing song).
And for now... Idk, I guess I'll lost myself insede my mind for a little bit more and see what happens.
P.s.: I'm not suicide, just crazy and disturbed. I love life, sometimes.