Written and verified by the psychologist GetPersonalGrowth.
Last update: December 14, 2021
My diagnosis is simple: I know there is no possible cure. There is no cure, because my philosophy of life is “clear agreements and long friendship”. There is no cure, because I like them to hug me for no reason.
Of course, there is no cure for you either, because you like to do things right and sometimes you cry without knowing why. Perhaps you too are fascinated by people who, with their energy, infect the emotions of others.
Of course, you also like people who vibrate and you are likely to like to work hard to make your reality overcome the dreams you have been cultivating for a long time and for which you struggle day after day.
There is no cure, because sometimes you get angry for no reason and the world collapses on you when something doesn't go your way. There is no cure. because you can't count to three before breaking out, as the experts advise.
There is no cure, why I am unable to eat five times a day, sleep eight hours a night or think about myself before others. There is no cure, because I expect that person to want to spend time with me.
There is no cure, because I am not always able to let go and say goodbye to what hurts me. It's not that I like to hold on to things, it's just that I keep the hope of a miracle happening. I can't help it, I'm irrational even if I try to change my appearance. For sure, that's the way it is for you too.
There is no possible cure, because I am fully convinced that the difficult things are the ones that are worthwhile and because I know that I have to collect reasons to keep going.
I like to show a smile every day, but I know it's not always necessary, sadness is good for me too and I understand when my body wants to cry, rest and disconnect for a moment.
I don't like fake people or people who tell me what to do, how to be or whether I can be sad or not.
There is no possible cure, because I like to listen to the life stories of others, to scrutinize their faces and catch their expressions. There is no cure, because I can't stand being told lies, but I know there is someone who does.
There is no cure, because for me it is not all white or all black, for me the world is full of gray, pink, blue and yellow. I don't have a favorite color, because everyone thrills me in their own way.
There is no cure, because I know that I can still get excited by remembering my first love and I'm sure that doesn't stop me from madly loving the person who is now in my life.
There is no possible cure, because in my life there are People and people. People with a capital "P" and others with a lowercase "p", because I understood that in love there are hierarchies or, if nothing else, there is a different type of affection dedicated to every person in the world.
There is no cure, because I am sometimes critical and inconsistent. There is no possible cure, because I think that in this world where everyone is in a hurry it is worth loving, because I know there are cardinal points and because I know that I can lose the north for any nonsense.
I am not ashamed to say that lack of love makes me panic, that sometimes I fear loneliness and that I cry when I think that one day I will lose someone.
We are authentic in diversity
There is no possible cure when my oddities say everything about me, when I fall in love with genuine, childish and unexpected things. They often tell me that I shouldn't behave like this, I'm already too big for that.
And I reply that I am not too big at all, that I have only accumulated youth and that I will live life as I want until my final season arrives.
Because I know that old age is a spiritual state, not a phase of life. It is inevitable to turn my birthday, but I have decided that there is no cure for me and that, as long as it is in my power, I will always be a beacon.
I recognize that It is not easy not to have a cure, especially since treasuring all the memories sometimes hurts. It's hard to justify that I spent a whole three months doing and listening to the same things every day. To see the hours pass one after the other, to set the alarm at the same time, to send the same Whatsapp messages, to promise me things that will never happen.
It is at that point that I tell myself that next week I will be ready for a total change, but if I think carefully about those alarm clocks and those Whatsapp messages I understand that they are not the ones who define me and write my story.
I write my story with my points, my commas, my exclamation and question marks, my capital letters and my cardinal points. And this does not allow there to be possible cure for me, because that is how I am.
There is no cure for me, nor for you, for just as many reasons. Because each of us has a thousand stories and a hundred scars. It is these that make us authentic and special, that make us intimately ourselves with so much and so little in common.
