Some Dreams Just Don’t Make Sense

Naively, I thought this story was a gift I had given to someone when in reality, it was more of a selfish need to be heard and a need to make sense of everything I had been going through. The gift that I wanted to give had always been there.

In the recent month, especially leading up to the last couple of days, I had gone through much suffering, mostly mental and physical, but even more so emotional. There were times where I wanted to die. But at the same time, I haven't felt more driven and filled with meaning than ever before. The skies are bluer and trees greener, the air is cleaner and the world is brighter. For these reasons, a gift that I initially, selfishly hid from everyone for a few months shall now be open for all to read so that I may move on from all the mistakes and all the accomplishments that have been made here.

Writing and explaining things are my biggest passions. It helps make things a little clearer. It makes me happy. I'm glad that that someone I met helped me in that way.

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Hljóðbók: 13 juni 2025