Emergency number – 143
La Main Tendue – 143.ch
Few years ago, I reached a point where life suddenly became unbearable.
Everything was heavy — too heavy to carry.
No one had told me it could become like this.
As the sun faded and hope slipped away,
I found myself alone, lost in a forest of deadly thoughts.
And i found him.
A tool of cold steel, made for one purpose.
A poisoned apple filled with rotten promises.
He was looking at me in silence.
He didn’t judge.
He didn’t move.
He just stood there as last resort,
as if all this pain could dissolve
in a single detonation.
10 mm to end everything.
One centimeter from nothingness.
The path to happiness is not death.
There is no Eden, There is no Hell.
I stood before that pit
and somehow I stepped back.
I made it out.
I was reborn into someone new.
I had never truly known what it meant to live.
I didn’t know myself.
I was deaf to my own needs.
Delusional, chasing society’s empty approval,
hungering for meaningless recognition.
Life is magnificent.
It is meant to be lived.
Live your dreams at all costs, and forget the rest.
We don’t have time for regret —
because one day, it will end.
ou si j’en ai eu besoin.
L’inspiration ne se commande pas :
elle vient et repart sur un coup de tête,
au détour d’une émotion,
dans un contexte précis.
Je parle rarement de moi,
et je préfère en principe rester discret sur ma vie personnelle.
Aujourd’hui, cet épisode est derrière moi.
Ce texte est en anglais,
tous mes autres sont en français.
Pourquoi ? Je ne sais pas.
Je trouvais que cela fonctionnait mieux ainsi. Peu importe.
Parfois, il faut enfreindre les règles,
Il n’y aura pas d’autre travail sur moi-même.