Because I felt I had nothing to teach to anyone as I considered how my mental health and life was not perfect. Perfection again hey…
If you ask me now I can honestly tell you that even though my life is not perfect it is the best life I have ever had, I have anything a human needs, a roof over my head, heat in winter, water in summer, food every day, I am healthy, life is pretty good. Mentally I feel better than ever and physically I am really ok, no illness, no condition, I really feel lucky, in abundance.
If I look back in my life I can say that I have never felt better really. Nothing habit I left behind are creating tension within me. So. I realize I am somehow healed.
For the imperfection, the things I would like to be in the sense, what will you do when you are grown up… I still do not really know. But some little voice in my head is telling me it is coming anyway.
Why did I stop posting?