I wrote this poem as a gift to a friend/colleague/boss.
Their story is truly inspiring, so I made an art out of it.
Just a few weeks ago, maybe around mid-April until before May ended, I was in a state of not knowing what had been happening with me.
I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to do anything, nothing seemed to excite me, I didn’t want to go out with people, I couldn’t laugh with my boyfriend no matter how hard he tried to lift my spirit up, I cried every night with no particular reason while trying my best to not be heard by anyone, and all other things that just made me feel like the best thing to do was just end things.
I attended a camp last weekend and for some time, I was able to forget the harshness of the present. Or maybe I really just needed an escape, and the camp helped. Anyway, it’s the first outdoor camp I have ever attended.