A few years back, I used to write long posts. I used to read a lot of books, I used to paint, draw, laugh more, be happier. I used to have parents… I used to.

After I lost my father, I lost things, maybe it’s just my mind. …or not!

After I lost my father, and I don’t know why, I stop reading! Since then, I can’t read a book more than a few chapters to loose interest. But not just books… I lost interest in watching TV, in watching movies or TV series. I just loose interest in everything.

My father died 10 years ago.

Some time ago, when I was trying hard to get my interests alive again… I lost my mother!
And then, everything just crumbled around me!
I was so close to loose the interest in living as well… But, I was never a person to give up. So I could slowly gave up on the idea of end living, on my own! It was hard!
I’m trying to get into my life the way it used to be, slowly.
My parents are not here anymore, but they would support me on doing this. I know!

No, I haven’t started reading books yet, but I know I’m slowly implementing something that will gradually put me back into the lifestyle and interests I had before my parents passed away.

A step at a time.

Just small steps!