One of the fundamental truths that I believe in and preach to those in need of my “enlightenment” is that one should value themselves.

I don’t think I practise my own wisdom.

This is why I drop everything to hopefully help someone heal themselves or achieve their goals.

I think, somehow, if they value themselves and make a difference, then maybe I will be valuable too.

It might now sound so pathetic, but I don’t know how to believe in myself. It should ideally be “just there” but it’s definitely not.

I need reasons to keep playing the game, keep running.

No, I need help. I cannot see what I need to see, and I cannot paint it myself.

It’s getting heavy now. I should stop… writing… thinking.