Today i finally opened up a bit with my mother. It went really well. Though I managed to divert every religious talk to my favor so it doesn't go as intense. We talked a lot about my social problems, I managed to have a bit of the control over the conversation.
I think I've never feel this different. I do not know how far it extends. But I can feel the production of endorphins flowing so hard now~
Next time I'll try to talk about something more real, about the depression, about the symptoms, about my plans to get better. I think I can be more, feel more, the more I feel better. I can feel it. I want to survive this beast. Allow me, universe, please.
