I feel that the last three years have been a cycle of falling down and getting up again for me.
There have been periods that I felt unfathomably miserable, like a worthless piece of scrap hidden under a ton of other scraps in a random area of the junkyard.
Those are the periods that I feel like I have not done anything with my life and I am doomed to live a life of mediocrity with no purpose and no meaning.
And then the good angel kicks the doors of my mind wide open.
