This is Aida, 20 years old. I wrote these thoughts in a hospital in Madrid. How did I get here? Sigh. Silence. Let’s say that I lived a tumultuous adolescence that began in Morocco, my country of origin. I was diagnosed with my hypersensitivity which makes me a
emotional sponge. To make it short, I absorb the emotions of others and then I explode by exhaling
those of others and mine tenfold.
Do you understand that?
I continued my adolescence in Spain, in Valencia as part of my studies, then in Madrid where I dropped out.
This time, following an emergency hospitalization related to a major anxiety attack, my psychiatrist diagnosed me with a borderline personality disorder, I do not know how to control my emotions or my thoughts, which leads me to situations of loss of control. He therefore advises me to integrate a day institute to learn to follow the common sense, that is to say reason and not my impulses and therefore to better manage my thoughts and emotions.
However, following a breakup and the intensity of the emotions experienced in this institute, I felt the need to return to the emergency room. So it was in this hospital, during an anxiety attack, that I came up with the idea of writing my thoughts.
