Writing was the solution. I did a walk through my mind, an interior analysis, and it was amazing the things that I found. Old family, as grandfather, uncles, aunties, cousins, mother and father, people who loved me and gone years ago. I was amazing what the mind gave us the «reality» trough the pen. And all the advises and education principles turn back and made me strong.

Thank God, today, I am a different person. And I discover that the importance of material things, like the car or the phone or even the computer, was nothing in our life. The best idea was, indeed, share my experience, of more than thirty years, with people who really need to learn and to solve difficult problem to get better life, as established by UN, in the 17 SDGs, as an example.

Writing help me to clean the waste in memories, to put the several things in order, like a wardrobe, and study my behavior front strange situations that even today, I am waiting to understood, mainly the motives.

The cure process is very aleatory. First, we don't control the factors of influence. The mind is like the wind: speed, direction and pressure level. The depression is a symptomatic level low pressure. And the mind flows with ideas, memories, and after the smile, in a second, we began to cry or with angry. Everything depends of our thoughts.

So, I discover that writing bring to me hope through dream, believing in better days. And, funny or not, with some help of my ancestors.

The other plan was reading. Being closed at home, time became relative. The agenda was almost clean. Reading help me to find situations worse than mine. Worst, indeed.

In fact, humans have behaviors with no rationality. Everybody seems to forget that are mortal. Immortals only in movies.

So, if I don't understand these behaviors, the memories bring strong pain of improper situations, motivated by external motives. And if exists no logical environment, it helps to a biological dysfunction that sometimes take the patient to suicide.

After more than year, I finally discover that the way was thought by Jesus Christ: to forgive!

It is not important if the other part recognize the mistakes, or errors, or even misunderstandings. Forgive is put an end in the subject with no hard feelings.

It is not easy. As every mind problem. But with more twenty or thirty years of life, it is good sense to bring this cross, solved, closed, in my thoughts without angry and rebellion.

It is better, in fact, living the better way of happiness still we have time to enjoy it.

And with the company of a pen, or a pencil it is a good therapy, indeed.