A silent disease

Dear readers,

As a young guy of almost 25 years old and (usually) full of dreams ambitions, I saw my world collapse in 2020.

The Covid maybe? Or is it loneliness? Being far from relatives?

Questions I will answer saying: Oniomania coupled with depression: a lethal combo, even at 25.

Indeed, and in a short time (it only lasted a few months for my type of oniomania), I ruined my future and put my loved ones in great difficulty.

It all started years ago, when I was unknowingly beginning to sink into depression.

This path to hell I took (due to toxic "classic" relationships and not having a purpose in life) slowly but surely, and it's end was the ultimate attack against my future: making money fly.

Unable to tell anyone about my suffering, I slowly took refuge in a world of uncontrolled spending and debt, bringing people I love into this madness.

Today is the click, I want to get out of this situation, and repay my loved ones!

My cure started as I began a medical follow-up and spoke to my relatives about my disorder. I don't spend any more, but the damage is done and it is huge.

My family being in need, I turned to good souls and loans to fill multiple overdrafts, for a total of almost € 12,000.

And yes, 12,000 is considerable at my age and taking into account my family situation.

This money that I owe, I know it will cost me a lot, even more than a number, it will cost me my strength, my desire to move forward, will block my projects over the years.

So thank you for reading me, because just by sharing this with you today, I breathe a little.

So, if you have the possibility of helping me moving forward and get out of it, I invite you to make a small donation, or simply a symbolic euro to show me I'm not alone.

Each euro will be for me a source of psychological support and will generate the hope of being able, finally, to live a normal beginning of adult life, allowing me to refund (in addition to my work at more than a full time), all I have to give back to my family and friends.

The disease is not necessarily visible, thank you to those who have helped me, and thank you to those who will help.

It was extremely hard and liberating to tell you about it publicly, and not hide anymore behind a happy facemask.

For all this, I thank you all.

Truly yours,

Guillaume.

Ps: Sorry for my english (French guy style)