Where am I going?
“I was heading south only to find out midway that I needed to go north.”
Hi, my name is Juansen Dizon.
I have clinical depression.
Bipolar disorder 2.
Obsessive compulsive disorder.
All my life I’ve been misunderstood.
By myself and by others.
By the world.
I am still misunderstood.
But thankfully, now I understand myself.
And I embrace the misunderstandings of others.
Although others may say the phrase ‘to be great is to be misunderstood.’
But isn’t ‘understanding the way to greatness’?
I don’t know.
What I do know now is that I am a writer.
A future novelist. A poet. A blogger.
A champion for the mentally ill.
Previously a tourism student who thought it was his dream to travel the world.
To travel south.
I was so wrong, and I knew it from the start.
Now I know where I would like to go, inside my imagination and share it with the world.
To travel north.
And I knew it from the start.
Nothing is going to stop me.
No one is going to stop me.
I’ll travel north forever.