Let me tell you what depression feels like
It's a black hole sucking your happiness dry
It is darkness where there shoud be light
It is the feeling of dread and wanting to die
Sadness for not knowing how to live
or how to behave
and who to believe
it's feeling unloved and unwanted whatever they say
it is madness surrounded by pain
It's staring at the void
and let it in your brain
Swirl in a storm of self hatred and shame
believe you are nothing
and nothing is gained
It's disappearing into yourself
and falling deep into the abyss
it's a broken record of 'you are dead anyway
so why stay?'
depression is hell in my brain.
Sometimes the places my mind wanders are hard to thread.
I feel blisters on my soles that I have to bear.
I feel the schorching sun melting my head
Because even happiness hurts when I laugh.
I feel the rain falling down my face
Mixing fears and tears, pleasure and pain.
I am chased by darkness and I cannot escape
Still I strive for the safety of a loved one’s embrace.
I stroll towards insanity
And play with dark memories
I try to escape the enemies
But they laugh for they know
That I am fighting on my own.
And when I get tired and all ends
Will it be sweet or sour
And wil it take the pain away
And when all is gone
And love is lost
And all is doomed
What will I do…
A part of me died today
that part where dreams are made
and illusions are held in golden cages
A part of me died today
buried with half-broken hopes
and cracked joys
and half-consumed ecstasies
and blown up soap bubbles
A part of me was gone today
and said farewell to promises
and spit on my shallow happiness
and left me here to cry and bleed
A part of me was gone today
and I’m afraid I will never recover
that part of me who should be assertive
and should be adult
and should make me feel better, not worse
that part of me called self-esteem…
(Drawing by Alice Fagiolo)
No matter how you much you know or think you know, there is always something extra to learn.
Students are always teaching you things.
Students have different needs and you should always act accordingly.
When you think you have mastered a subject, there will always be a new challenge.
Never let students feel your insecurities. They will eat you alive.
You are not perfect.
You are NOT a dictionary. Don’t feel bad if you don’t know every single word students ask you.
You will feel like the best teacher in the world.
You will feel like the worst teacher in the world.
Some students will love you unconditionally, and some will hate you just as much.
Successful students will always remain special in your heart and so will the difficult ones.
You will feel invincible one day and a total wreck the next.
You won’t help them all but you’ll hope you’ve made a difference to some.
English is awesome.
Above all, have fun.
Tired of this loneliness that nests in my heart
of these dark shadows that lurk all over my head
of my fuzzy brain
and my dark inner thoughts
of injustice and malice
of disagreements and fights
of blaming myself
of blaming others
of trying so hard when it leads to nothing
of reaching out to emptiness
of smiling when it’s the case for weeping
of making mistakes and saying I’m sorry
of being a mess of a human being
The thing is…
I’m just tired of everything.
As you look at the mirror do you wonder what is behind your Monalisa smile?
Do you see yourself as a saint, or do you have erotic secrets you hide?
What is behind that smirk? Is it contempt for your life? Do you fear what others may think and what you can’t deny?
And behind those sad eyes in which the universe can be seen, what do you see?
Do you see yourself as the hero or the villain of your story?
Behind that smile, are your fears like mine and our anxieties alike?
Behind those eyes, are you terrified of goodbyes?
What are the truths and lies behind that ambiguous smile?
Are you up to face the world or hide?
Stay or run away?
Break apart or break away?
One day, Monalisa, one day your smile will give your secrets away.
So long, sun, and with you another day wasted on sadness and maddening thoughts.
So long to scorching desires buried in properness and religious guilt.
So long to you leaving work after a tiresome day only to be welcomed by more troubles at home.
So long farewell friends who always plan on meeting but never do because of life, and love, and lost and emptiness.
So long nation and social networks that have become nations and shout for freedom and drop bombs while preaching for peace.
So long, so long…
Hello, moon, with your mysterious airs and lovers’ enchantments.
Hello creatures of the night coming out hungry for food and love and fuck.
Hello there stars in the sky and nightclubs drinking to the oblivion of such a wonderful life.
Hello couples and friends of couples and double-dates and triple-dates full of laughter and colourful drinks named specifically to make you yearn for that special night where everything is allowed but nothing is truly permitted.
Hello envy and jealousy after that fun night at the bar spent in funny gossip but bitter comments and poisonous points of views.
Hello there solitary man and woman hating everyone while wanting everyone.
Hello break of dawn.
So long, moon.
Good morning, sun, lazily rising to warm our lonely rancid hearts. And thank you for trying.