The Illusion of Love: Love can be a reason to get to know ourselves.

Part of the book:

"There was chaos inside me with emotions I couldn't even name. It had become a very difficult matter to carry this incredible weight that my character and my small size, which seemed quiet and calm on the outside, burdened me with. So much so that I would suddenly find myself on the streets I had fled without looking back and relive the memories that weighed on my heart over and over again in my mind. Whenever I started to feel different, I had no belief that this difference would bring me beauty and even ignored it because it would disrupt my order. How strange... My heart, which used to contain enough love for the whole world, was now empty. This emptiness was sometimes overflowing with anger and sometimes with hatred, turning me into someone I didn't know at all. It even went so far that I could even hate myself. Pathetic but true. Many people have definitely felt like this at some point in their lives, but most of them don't accept it and go and make many lives miserable by exploiting the happiness, trust and love of others. I didn't do that. I think I was quite kind even when I hated the world and people."