Not long ago I felt lost, my life turned upside down, it made me go through tunnels that were getting darker and darker, more than once I thought they had no way out.

I walked so much, I sweated every hope of finding the exit and above all I repeated to myself that I couldn't allow myself to get lost.

But I don't mean to lose myself in that physical space, I mean to lose myself inside, each time the anxiety embraced me and I just ran away from it sinking deeper into this tunnel.

Today, a month later, I can say that I breathe air that smells of pine, that I got the exit when I plucked up courage and opened my eyes to see that the darkness had chosen me and that the light was there, I only had to open my eyes.