"Sometimes we get addicted. Some people are addicted to water, to feel the smooth, lukewarm liquid on their skin with their feet off the ground. The simple movement their arms and legs make while they're just floating there is like flying in thick air. But suddenly you lost your grip, like a bird with broken wings. The peaceful sea took away your ability to swim and turned into a cold, dark depth with no shame of dragging you down further beneath the surface. You're panicking and screaming for help but no one sees, no one hears. You feel like giving up, because what is the point of fighting if you know that you are gonna die? You see a boat, you want someone to notice you and you want to ask for their help but they can not hear you. Your breath got taken away by all the screams you made when you were all alone. You get tired from the efforts. You let go. You let yourself sink down in the black hole of cold darkness. You have already given up. But does that have to be the end of the story? Is that really you're faith? You clear your mind and suddenly the water feels warmer. You make an attempt to paddle your feet slowly and the surface gets closer. At last you are above it and you can breath again. What was your biggest enemy only a moment ago is now carrying you back on land. It takes you to a beach where you can catch you're breath and rest a while. After you have gotten yourself together you walk to the line where the shore meets the sea and you ask "why?". The water makes a little wave that is gently carresing your feet when it gets to the wet sand like an apololgize that it dragged you into a storm it didn't mean to cause. Because sometimes it feels like people is bringing you down on purpose but you can't always control your internal breakdowns. And even if you want it to be invisible you can not help but to bring your loved ones with you, and that is something we all should keep in mind."
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