“The depression period”

When I left London, I felt some type of way.

I was finally doing good there and I started to like it.

I went running and busted my ankle ligament.

The longest injury ever. I lost and gained a lot during this years.

I spent all my money on the P.T. and shit, and had to start from scratch.

The ankle problem seemed stable, I was staring to rebuilt.

I work a little in Florence, where I’ve learned what a micromanagement person presents their selves

and managed to gain a little bit of money enough to go back to London.

In London my old friends were still there.

COVID HIT!

I lose my job. Then the Government corrected it and I had a job again.

So I came back. Back on the Island. It was good until it wasn’t.

Got into a relationship.

COVID HIT AGAIN.

Got stuck in the house in an emotionally abusive relationship.

MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY GOT ME OUT.

I NEVER RENUNCED THEM.

EVER.

And that saved me.