I’m an empathetic person. When I notice something’s wrong… I feel it very quickly. I’ll prod at someone until they let it out. I can be quite penetrating at times. I’m a know-it-all anyway. I’m always right. Yes, that’s silly. Sometimes things just come out of me, and I hurt others badly. So sometimes I have to take care of what I say. I have to find the right balance between my empathy and directness. I’m very afraid of losing people who are close to me. That can make me very demanding in a relationship. I suddenly lose my sense of self-reflection and trust in that scenario, and I go crazy. I overreact, and misinterpret things. This fear of losing people is a big issue for me. It was really tough for me when my grandmother died. She was a picture-perfect grandmother. She always had ice cream in her fridge. She always had sweets. She allowed you to sleep for as long as you wanted. I drank my first schnapps with her when I was 11 years old. She was a very important person to me. The most dramatic and saddest moment for me was the fact that I no longer have contact with my father. But my parent’s divorce was not such a bad experience for me. I thought it was good. I realised they don’t belong together. I thought they’d be happier seperatly. I’m happy that last year my mother told me to stop talking so much and simply take action. I quit my job, and founded my own business madeva. Now I can do exactly what I feel like doing. That’s pure happiness. Things outside of you influence you, and they can fire your imagination for a short time. But this sense of “I am happy” is entirely your own. If you don’t love yourself and are not happy with what you’re doing, you can’t have that feeling. That’s the journey. When will I arrive at that point where I can say, “I love myself just as I am”?