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It takes both sunshine and rain for a flower to grow.

A little while back I saw a Norwegian documentary called "Jeg Mot Meg" which means "I Against Me". Eight young Norwegians documented their daily life while facing psychological problems. They would all meet once a week with a psychologist in Oslo sharing and talking about their challenges. This documentary really hit a spot in me. I realised how many people that are daily fighting these beyond difficult fights. Facing their challenges all alone and might not have the strength to overcome them on their own. Even though the eight young Norwegians all had different psychological problems one thing they all shared was the feeling that they were alone with their problems. Sharing and learning that others felt just as lost as them, and some even more lost, really helped them all.

I immediately wanted to do something. But what can I do? I thought that if maybe I could help share and show others that they are not alone with their problems and challenges, even though it feels like it, maybe that could do just a little bit. Maybe just for one person.

Some amazing people from all over the world have shared their stories, their challenges, and how or what made them get to "the other side". I'm going to share these stories with you. This is someones personal experiences so please be respectful.

So yeah, my story... I quess that it started when I begun attending university. I choose difficult engineering studies and believed that this is actually what I wanted to do. At last I tried to believe that art isn't the thing I wanted to do for a living. To make the situation worse I choose university where none of my friends wanted to go to be finally close to my boyfriend (we were in long distance relationship...). Sooner or later I lost all my friends. I made new friendships of course but it was never as deep as before... During second year I metaphorically hit a wall one day. I was so tired and my self-esteem was so low that I believed that I would never be able to finish even that semester. I was constantly crying when trying to make my assignments but nobody except my boyfriend knew that. I didn't have closer friends at the university and I lost any other. So I kept a fake smile during all day and cried in the night and evening. What was worse people believed that I was such a good student. When they didn't know how to finish their assigment they sometimes looked at mine and praised me... I got a lot of help from my boyfriend so I was feeling that it is so unfair. That I was one big lie...So when I was basically unable to do anything and just felt like a trash... My father died. He had cancer and we knew that it would finally happen... But last time we talked he basically told me that I'm a disgrace. I ended that talk saying that I'm sorry that I have my problems which I'm unable to cope with and he instantly told me that I know nothing about unsolvable problems (referring to his illness probably). I left crying... And we never had the chance to talk again. Everyone told me that he was just such a great dad and they're sorry for my loss... And of course I was devastated but hearing how great person he was made me feel even worse... And once again apart from my family only my boyfriend and one other person knew...
So who was that other person? It was a leader of small club I was a member of. He isn't much older than me but I treated him a bit as a father. I did a lot of things for the club but to be honest I just wanted him to be proud of me. And he left the club. We were still in touch but he wasn't there to care after the club and I disliked the person who became the new leader... He didn't do much. He didn't care about things I was still doing for the club. And I was afraid that because of him doing nothing as a leader the club I cared so much and which was one of a few things I have left in my live will just die because of the inactivity of everyone... It was bad... And you probably really want to read about what make me slowly get out of that darkness. But it's not the end of bad things which led me there. Next thing was an argument with my boyfriend. I just felt that he didn't treat me properly. So I run away in the middle of the night to my apartment... I feel so bad about it because I still loved him but I believed that he's bad for me... I was torn apart... I didn't know whether to go back to him and try to work things out out just... just end our relationship... I remember sitting near the river that day and just trying to think what to do, ignoring his messages begging me to came back... But I came back to him... He told me that the possibility of losing me made him realise that he might have treated me badly and he wants to change that. But even through his behaviour changed My memories didn't. I was so used to him scolding me that now even if he was helping me with something and told me that I made small mistake somewhere I started crying...
I somehow passed the semester and got some time alone during the summer break... But it didn't help me much. What actually helped me was enrolling in art classes during next semester. But it still wasn't great. I was still crying while making my university assignments and when my boyfriend tried to help me... I even became the new leader of that club to ensure it won't die... Somehow it stopped getting worse but it still was really bad.Recently my boyfriend made me start therapy. I didn't want to go and I believed it wouldn't help me. But it does help in a way I don't understand. I still attend art classes and I started to make my assignments while being calm, without crying and sometimes happy about the result. I'm able to show it to my friends and feel that I deserve their praises. It's still a long way to go but recently things got much better.
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Materials:
- Gouache
- Watercolor
- Pen

Description
It takes both sunshine and rain for a flower to grow.

A little while back I saw a Norwegian documentary called "Jeg Mot Meg" which means "I Against Me". Eight young Norwegians documented their daily life while facing psychological problems. They would all meet once a week with a psychologist in Oslo sharing and talking about their challenges. This documentary really hit a spot in me. I realised how many people that are daily fighting these beyond difficult fights. Facing their challenges all alone and might not have the strength to overcome them on their own. Even though the eight young Norwegians all had different psychological problems one thing they all shared was the feeling that they were alone with their problems. Sharing and learning that others felt just as lost as them, and some even more lost, really helped them all.

I immediately wanted to do something. But what can I do? I thought that if maybe I could help share and show others that they are not alone with their problems and challenges, even though it feels like it, maybe that could do just a little bit. Maybe just for one person.

Some amazing people from all over the world have shared their stories, their challenges, and how or what made them get to "the other side". I'm going to share these stories with you. This is someones personal experiences so please be respectful.

So yeah, my story... I quess that it started when I begun attending university. I choose difficult engineering studies and believed that this is actually what I wanted to do. At last I tried to believe that art isn't the thing I wanted to do for a living. To make the situation worse I choose university where none of my friends wanted to go to be finally close to my boyfriend (we were in long distance relationship...). Sooner or later I lost all my friends. I made new friendships of course but it was never as deep as before... During second year I metaphorically hit a wall one day. I was so tired and my self-esteem was so low that I believed that I would never be able to finish even that semester. I was constantly crying when trying to make my assignments but nobody except my boyfriend knew that. I didn't have closer friends at the university and I lost any other. So I kept a fake smile during all day and cried in the night and evening. What was worse people believed that I was such a good student. When they didn't know how to finish their assigment they sometimes looked at mine and praised me... I got a lot of help from my boyfriend so I was feeling that it is so unfair. That I was one big lie...So when I was basically unable to do anything and just felt like a trash... My father died. He had cancer and we knew that it would finally happen... But last time we talked he basically told me that I'm a disgrace. I ended that talk saying that I'm sorry that I have my problems which I'm unable to cope with and he instantly told me that I know nothing about unsolvable problems (referring to his illness probably). I left crying... And we never had the chance to talk again. Everyone told me that he was just such a great dad and they're sorry for my loss... And of course I was devastated but hearing how great person he was made me feel even worse... And once again apart from my family only my boyfriend and one other person knew...
So who was that other person? It was a leader of small club I was a member of. He isn't much older than me but I treated him a bit as a father. I did a lot of things for the club but to be honest I just wanted him to be proud of me. And he left the club. We were still in touch but he wasn't there to care after the club and I disliked the person who became the new leader... He didn't do much. He didn't care about things I was still doing for the club. And I was afraid that because of him doing nothing as a leader the club I cared so much and which was one of a few things I have left in my live will just die because of the inactivity of everyone... It was bad... And you probably really want to read about what make me slowly get out of that darkness. But it's not the end of bad things which led me there. Next thing was an argument with my boyfriend. I just felt that he didn't treat me properly. So I run away in the middle of the night to my apartment... I feel so bad about it because I still loved him but I believed that he's bad for me... I was torn apart... I didn't know whether to go back to him and try to work things out out just... just end our relationship... I remember sitting near the river that day and just trying to think what to do, ignoring his messages begging me to came back... But I came back to him... He told me that the possibility of losing me made him realise that he might have treated me badly and he wants to change that. But even through his behaviour changed My memories didn't. I was so used to him scolding me that now even if he was helping me with something and told me that I made small mistake somewhere I started crying...
I somehow passed the semester and got some time alone during the summer break... But it didn't help me much. What actually helped me was enrolling in art classes during next semester. But it still wasn't great. I was still crying while making my university assignments and when my boyfriend tried to help me... I even became the new leader of that club to ensure it won't die... Somehow it stopped getting worse but it still was really bad.Recently my boyfriend made me start therapy. I didn't want to go and I believed it wouldn't help me. But it does help in a way I don't understand. I still attend art classes and I started to make my assignments while being calm, without crying and sometimes happy about the result. I'm able to show it to my friends and feel that I deserve their praises. It's still a long way to go but recently things got much better.
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Materials:
- Gouache
- Watercolor
- Pen