Myself
I lured myself I set myself as the purpose to convince me that I must help I wasn't the end goal being perfect, drawing my picture ~for others was. I held a mask o f strenght f or others (Which didn't even suit me) I pushed limits blindly Getting myself sick. For others. I din't rest My body My mind My feelings for myself, I did put effort Into getting better But not for myself. How do I do that? I'm the most precious thing there is for my own existance. How much can I help others being able to help myself? How do I put myself as "the" purpose? And not myself as a road to get where I want? I surely liked the ideia I was doing that. Pushing my limits for my own sake. Just to find out layers of self-denial, Old trauma, Memories and forgotten feelings... That's life, maybe?