You know when you went to the bottom of your sea?
I mean when you've been right in your abyss.
When everything you've done, fought for yourself seemed for nothing?
Good.
First of all don't blame it on others... No dear friend or whoever you are. The fault was only yours.
Yours because you allowed it.
But remember...
When you hit the bottom of your abyss, you have a choice.
Or stay there mouldering and feeling sorry for yourself.
Or by touching the bottom you give yourself the push to get out of that abyss.
No, no one will come to save you, we are not in fairy tales here.
It's you who decides whether to save yourself or leave you there to cry over yourself, complain and get stuck.
But I'll tell you one thing.
When you succeed (if you want) to get out of your abyss... It will be like a rebirth.
And you will see green and it will be light and you will see the sky and it will be light and you will see how long you lived thinking it was all grey.
You can get out of the deep sea and you can rediscover all the colors of your soul.
Once upon a time there was a pissed off toad who was always sad. He went around and said bad things to everyone. Nobody knew his story but one day a fairy asked him something.
But he replied very badly and told her that she too was bad for all the others.
The fairy ran away crying and flustered began to look at the river.
The fairy had always done spells to help everyone but this time she didn't know how to do it.
She felt really tired and was crying at being so badly judged.
While she was crying, a small puppy dog approached her asking for strokes. But she was very sad and apologized for not being able to caress him because at that moment he was sick. But she said to him "Come near here, I'll keep you with me while I cry." So the puppy came alive and started licking her tears. And as she cried the puppy turned into a wizard. And he asked her "What happened to you, sweet fairy?"
And the fairy replied "It was a toad, he told me bad things."
And the scowling wizard asked her "And why do you think she said all those bad things to you?"
The fairy thought about it and replied "Maybe because she is suffering, I hadn't thought about it, it must be so."
The magician took her hand and said to her: "You fairy have a good heart but at this moment he sees neither you nor your good heart. He is full of pain and he does not like his life. him. Go, go back to your house. "
But the fairy replied: "I can't be calm if I know that the toad is in pain. Maybe I got it all wrong and now I don't know how to fix it, I'm desperate. What can I tell him to make him feel good?"
The magician told her again: "He would not listen to you, whatever you would tell him for him now it would be all bad."
Then the fairy, disconsolate, threw herself into the nearby river. She could not swim and was immediately dragged to the nearby waterfall.
But at one point a huge toad leapt into the water and grabbed it. She was already passed out and did not notice what had happened. When she came to, she saw two big eyes staring at her in a sweet way and she said: "Excuse me, fairy, I treated you badly, you had nothing to do with it, it was not with you that I wanted to vent."
The fairy looked at him with her shy and sad eyes and then passed away. The toad didn't believe she could be dead. He tried to revive her but the fairy remained dead because this is not a Disney story but what happens in reality.
My mother cut my hair and made me wear pants because I always got sick and couldn’t wear skirts, I just had to sit on the floor and play to get a fever of 40. I was a tomboy, who listened to music from the 50s and 60s and wrote a lot of strange stories… I was not used to fairy tales and it was better that way, growing up I realized that I would never be a fairy. I’m not good at making myself loved, I’m not lovable, I’m better at unleashing a grudge. I wanted to be a fairy, but I was born a witch, strange and without sequins. I’m not looking for someone who loves me, someone to show all my bizarre ideas, the ones I cultivate in the evening on the terrace of my house, while I enjoy a sunset and caress my cats. I made space many times in my habits to welcome someone, but I realized that I was never welcome in their habits. I wished I could have been a fairy and do spells for myself too… I worked on my edges while taking care of the bruises they left on me. I too fell silent in front of their silences, their walls, and yet I tried to climb over, as a tomboy I could do it. I tried and I failed: they left me out and I stayed out. I would have liked to be a fairy, but I’m just a girl, with edges and oddities that have become accustomed by now … And whoever gets used to certain loneliness survives.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 