When I started therapy i felt like a dead man locked up in some jail that is behind lots and lots of walls. Somehow I forced myself to get up and started to demolish the walls in order to get out. Each time I manage to get through one of them I see that there is another in front of me. And another, and another… Few months ago I started wondering, ok, let’s make an assumption I will eventually get through all of them, and what if there’s nothing out there, what if all I do is pointless. But you know, last 3 weeks gave me some evidence, that there is something, that’s worth all the trouble, I kind of feel like there are colors outside the walls, not just black and more black, there are scents, there is fresh air that makes breathing easy. There are people, who will help me get up. I just can't see it clearly now because of the walls around me. I kind of see the sky, and it makes me believe there is something out there. There are still a lot of walls and other obstacles left, but I got the evidence, it’s not just a belief anymore. And you know, if there is a good place outside this jail, it is for all of us. We just need to get out somehow, and everything will be ok.