One DROP for day - 2

When I met him I was skin and bone and definitely, that time, I was looking for things that would only destroy me deeply. I was in my mid-thirties and absolutely everything looked like so blurry.

Everything I felt were grief and pain. I was very distressed and the most of time I was desperate for to do something that I have never realized about what really was. I got unsettle myself. In fact, I suppose I knew about the reason of my almost madness: loss upon loss.

Anyway, “lost” was a kind of verb that was acquaintance for me. My life was consumed with dread. I was living beneath state of mind that always screams for help or for a type of salvation. On other hand, when I was 30, I had a job, a car, my own place and my books. I had everything what a person when is 30 can want. But I was alone. All alone. In fact, I had things, only things, and how my friend used to say, “The best things of life aren’t things”.

He gave me a new life when he finished with my own life.

He rescues me from myself.


** “A drop for day” is my new series for my writing about my new life in Australia. (I have been living here since June, 27 – exactly 3 months later I got married in Brazil). And I decide to write in English. Please, my dear, a lot of mistakes will appear but I really want to practice my English and, write, how my teacher says, it is the best way to improve it. [I accept corrections if someone is reading me. I’m not sure if anyone reads my writing...].