Almost three years ago I created my account here on deviantArt.
Almost four years ago I was diagnosed with depression.
Those three years out of four have let me live in a different dimension of the very same reality, in which my existence has decayed gradually and become a spasmodic struggle.
Very often people can't know for sure what the real impact of their seemingly joyful activities (sharing their pictures, their passions, the misty bits of their lives) is going to be. In my case, they reminded me of what I once used to be, what has always mattered to me, and eventually that there still exist those other 'selves' that make our unique planet a habitable place.
Thank you, guys, for being there.