I’ve always prided myself on being a ‘nice’ person. The human embodiment of Switzerland; nice and diplomatic. Rarely did people have problems with me.

Up until this year, I believed that this niceness made me a good person. Yet being nice has nothing to do with being a good person. Anyone can be nice, good and bad people alike. Kindness, however, comes from the heart. Kindness is intentional and is given with purpose.

This piece differs from my usual style. In lieu of the hopeful ending I typically favour; I come from a place of vulnerability. This isn’t to say that there isn’t hope in the experiences I am about to recall, however, I know how deeply painful and isolating it is to feel that no one understands the magnitude of feelings that torment you. So, my hope for this piece, is to word the indescribable, and ease that loneliness in you.