Several love stories, family ties and friendships.
"See the world clearly and love it."
I tried writing stories a long time ago, but they were all made up, and now I want to write my own.
I have been at home since being diagnosed with anxiety and depression by a doctor.
I fell into inexplicable fear and anxiety every day. Even reading, playing the piano and exercising could not calm me down.
I think what if it is writing.
In telling a story quietly, I drew pictures of bicycles in summer, the laughter on bicycles, and the kind people who loved me. And my repentant cowardice, my sadness, my stupidity, my joy, my happiness, and my dreams. My hate my pain and my love.
Perhaps in this little delicate recollection, their smiles, anger, sadness, and despair can be described with gentle brushstrokes. Then collect the fragments of your heart little by little and piece together a future.
It can make me feel gentle and peaceful during this process.
Please come together.