2025-03-31
Brut. Puissant. D'une honnêteté brutale. Âmes sensibles s'abstenir : ces courtes descriptions n'édulcorent pas les difficultés et la souffrance liées à la santé mentale.
Mais ils vous feront comprendre que vous n'êtes pas seul. Et, parfois, regarder les problèmes en face – dans toute leur horrible réalité – peut être le premier pas vers leur résolution.
La vérité fait mal. Mais elle peut aussi vous libérer.
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"Where's home?" she asked, as the song finished playing.
"I've never had a home," he replied.
"How could you have never had a home?" she continued.
"I don't know … I've never lived anywhere longer than a few years," he explained.
"I don't know what 'home' means," he stated.
She looked at him intensely. He turned to meet her stare.
She continued to stare at him and then just smiled, as if to say, "I don't understand but it's OK."
He smiled back.
Then he played the song again. Because he could.
He looked at the photo. It pulled on his heartstrings.
It was of a small gang of friends at a bar. His arms were around his girlfriend at the time. He had a huge smile on his face and he looked happy as he half-faced her in the photo.
She looked just as happy as he did as she stared into the camera. The whole gang looked happy, actually, as it stopped for a moment during its good time for the photo to be snapped.
A tableau of something that was very good, he thought. Something very special.
He replaced the photo in the old box. That box was one of only a few things he had managed to hold onto, to keep, to not lose during his many bouts of homelessness.
He had managed to scan most of the old photos the box contained at this point, bit by bit over the years. They were precious to him because they were really all he had: a past. One that had often been happy, actually, in spite of it also having often been impossibly difficult.
He quickly realized that although he had a past, he had no future.
I don't even have a present! he thought.
It wasn't the first time. He had gotten through these times before, and he told himself he would get through this one, too, just as he always had. Somehow.
He tucked the four box-top panels together, lifted the box gently – for it had become old and worn, from both time and humidity – carried it to the closet and put it down, back in its special place.
Because the box itself was special. It had survived. And I will, too, he told himself as he left it there, safe.
He walked away to continue … trying.
His rubber boots were on and he was eager to begin his outing. He had recently bought them at the second-hand store in the nearby town, and they were certainly good enough.
Sometimes, good things do happen, he told himself as he locked his apartment door.
He crossed the busy county road carefully and – at once – he was in the deep snow.
Like a moose! he thought as he lifted each leg up high to rise above the surface of the snow before he put it down in front of him. To sink down again just as deep.
It was quite the bit of exercise and – with the fresh air and sunshine – it was why he did this. To feel better. To feel good, actually.
It took a bit of effort but the good feeling was worth it.
That's why they have such long legs! he remarked to himself.
The moose!
To get through deep snow!
He trudged along, feeling free.
The soft wind caressed his cheeks. The sun – so low in the sky this time of year and no threat – looked down on his tracks from far away.
The light shining on you left the sun a long time ago, he realized as he walked toward the woods.
He knew about the speed of light and the vast distances it travelled as it crossed the universe from his many years in university.
Not that all that education did me much good, he told himself as he began to breathe heavily.
It had been long ago, too – like the light – and he didn't think about it, anymore.
As he walked further away from the road and towards the woods, he could hear the silence. That's because it had recently snowed and the newly-fallen snow absorbed all the sound.
It was one of the things about his country of which almost no one outside it was aware: The crystal-clear, mind-numbing silence of winter walks in fresh snow.
"You can't buy this kind of thing in the city!" he screamed out to no one there.
That's OK. No one heard him. Not even the moose.
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