Depression is
forcing yourself to take a shower; yet, lacking the energy to lift the shower head to wash yourself. You stare at it crying, the overwhelming existential fatigue making even the smallest movement feel akin to climbing a mountain.
Anxiety is
a relentless assault on your mind, dissecting and scrutinizing every perceived ‘flaw’ and imperfection within yourself and your life. You can’t stop falling down the rabbit hole of negative thoughts. Your body becomes a vessel of suffering.
Today, London’s temperature has been reminiscent of Athens in late May or early June.
Warm days, slightly chilly nights.
What I miss the most about my hometown is strolls bathed in moonlight, breathing the city in, being an observer of the microcosm that late-night Athens is.
I don’t think I’ll ever love a city as much again, with such passion, such unbearable longing, such tenderness… And, at the same time, dreading visiting for too long, or becoming Athenian full-time again.
My feelings for Athens are as confusing and conflicting, as Athens itself is riddled with antithesis and contradictions:
Ancient and modern, wise and impulsive, pretty and ugly, resilient and clumsy.
That’s her core and her beauty.
Καληνύχτα Αθήνα μου.
