Holding on to hope...
“You are the thunder that echoed through the night;
died off in the distance and stayed out of sight.
Every day an endless nightmare;
every night a dying dream.
A sleepless heart,
a scattered brain,
a dying light holds onto faith.”
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Ivan is a 23 year old enthusiastic mental health warrior. He strongly fights to de-stigmatize society's view of mental health and encouraging others to do better and grow as people.
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