Her mental health. My reflection.: philosophical essays

Adrian Gabriel Dumitru

Adrian G Dumitru

About this ebook

"And on the days you don't know what to choose ... choose your mental health..."

Days are passing and i become aware that my mental health is worse and worse.

I pretend all is ok.

But ... i guess all is obvious.

I try to disconnect from the world i am living in.

I try to hide the truth.

Most certainly ... i've lost control on myself by a long, long time ... but i try to delay that all to become obvious for everyone.

Unfortunately .... It is late.

I've ignored too much ... all those details whispering that i am into a non-ending journey on a pathless path.

Or maybe i should say pathless paths.

I might illusory believe that i can improve things ... but ...

Well ... between all those things ... i had to decide to remain calm and have a good mental health.

There was nothing to choose for real.

But ... i was blind.

Stupid.

Continuing acting as an idiot.

I was not seeing the full picture.

I couldn't do it.

Or maybe ... not really ready.

So .... I've just continued to waste my existence.

Fortunately ... i was writing down everything ... everyday.

As a self therapy.

Hoping things will improve.

Believing i must always choose between being on a pathless path and another.

But …

Ratings and reviews

I appreciated the author's willingness to share their personal struggles. This book is a valuable resource for those seeking to understand mental health better

I appreciated the author's honesty and vulnerability. This book is a great resource for those seeking to improve their mental health and well-being

The author's willingness to share their personal struggles with mental health is admirable. This book is a valuable resource for anyone seeking to understand mental health better

About the author

I've started to write my first book at 16 ... but then ... realizing i could not publish it ... i've abandoned the idea of being a ... writer.

20 years later ... i've started to write again ... believing i will finally succeed ... but i've failed one more time ... not getting the success i was chasing for.

Another 5 years later ... i've started one more time to write ... but this time ... more as a therapy.

It's what i've defined as ... self therapy.

I was analyzing and defining lots of weird ideas ... that were a lot related to me ... and my own soul.

I totally forgot that i was chasing for success.

I was simple writing my thoughts ... in essays ... becoming this way ... maybe not a writer .... but what many define as ... an essayist.

This is not a poet ... and not a writer.

Or maybe is kind of a poet that is incapable of writing poetry ... but is still expressing his thoughts ... into a similar way ... as a poet.

And is not a writer ... cause have not the ability to write for too long time ... about the same subject.

But maybe i am not an essayist... either.

I am just an ordinary person ... that could be better defined ... as a thinker.

Analyzing ... and defining my life ... practicing this process called ... self therapy ... i started to understand life ... and the way to better paths which i should follow.

And i've wrote ... and wrote ... and wrote ... realizing one day that i've published tens of books .... not really understanding how the hell I've succeeded doing that.

Today i dare to recommend writing ... as a therapy.

I could even say ... it's a simple way of understanding who we are ... but also a process that could help us ... heal our souls.

I personally continue to ... write.

It's in fact ... a non ending story that ... at least for myself ... will probably continue for the rest of my life.

But over all ... i am glad ... i am doing it.

I continue my philosophical journey ... not being able to define myself for clear as a writer or an essayist... but ...

Well .... most probably... i am on a good path.

And ... i would dare to recommend to everyone ... all what i am doing today.