I am like a tree that grows upwards and downwards both at once. I am a being that needs both the power of destruction and healing. It’s no surprise that I feel like I’m getting better and getting worse both at the same time. It’s a shitty feeling. To have this desire to kill myself only to realize that it’s only through the process of growing towards the fear, towards the storm up above me that I could surpass the anxiety of being alone, of being afraid that I’m heading nowhere in life. And just like any other tree in this world—I’ll just keep on growing.