Here is the truth, my heart: Nothing can save you from anxiety and depression, but art, nature, and God.

We all know that feeling of being lonely in the whole damn world, despite the number of people around us. We are alone, in our own company. Surrounded by our thoughts and no superpower in the entire universe can help us to get rid of them. We cannot escape them just as we can’t stop our own imagination. We overthink non-stop. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

God, I want to be able to control my mind. Why is it so hard?  I know that these thoughts are causing harm, that they are damaging my mental health, but I can’t stop. It seems like I am sinking into depression... Deeper and deeper. I’m almost drowning.

I can’t stand this information warfare and agitation anymore. It makes me anxious. Makes me think if I can’t stand it, then what can I say to those people who are now in the very center of these events? People who are going through hell and are fighting for their lives? Fighting for peace. Killing to live. Freaking ironic.