Mental health day !
It felt weird that morning, my body was fighting against something, may be, with the mere idea of waking up and going through life. I can't explain the feeling, but I have never felt that worse before, I couldn't open my eyes, my heart was pounding heavily, my head was being hammered and my body, just couldn't wake up, Next thing I know, my pillow was wet, filled with my tears, I was fighting, not again, not again you cannot afford to feel this, not again, I was consoling myself. I don't know how I picked and dragged myself to my father's bed, with a heavy chest that could fall into my stomach any time, I lay beside him and I force shut my eyes, covering myself in a heavy blanket, I cried myself to sleep again, knowing I was safe beside him, my father. And that nobody can hurt me now. That day, My father was there for me, by just laying there, having no idea about all of it, He was there for me. If only I had known before, that this...