I never thought that I would utter a “Goodbye”, regarding what I would do with my life, but when I would end it. I always believed that this word, I would pronounce it in one of my last letters, admitting that I could not continue to live as I am and finally acting on it. How many times did I write it, down, believing in every word, that I would not wake up the next day ?

Now, surprisingly, I am still breathing, and for the first time, this word is pronounced from between my lips to my family.

Goodbye, is not an end, as it would have been if I had pronounced it a few years ago. It is now but a way to say that I will see you later, and to wait for me, because I want, finally, to be here.