On December 28, 2008, at three in the morning, my greatest fear became a reality: I went insane, as commonly known.

My mind - my world - collapsed and was replaced by an all-powerful madness, which fed on and thrived with the paranoid ideas it constantly generated: I was the new Dalai Lama, the Guardian in the asylum, paid assassins were lurking after me.

In this frenzy of mine, still vivid in my memory, during my brief hospitalization and subsequent deadly depression, I dragged and led to despair all the people in my heart, who suddenly saw me shattered by an uncontrollable mental illness.

The gloomy December of '08 in the somber Athens. The sacred red color. And my suicidal mother, who returns from Hades years later. In this book, I wrote down everything I remember, without changing anything and without keeping anything hidden. Because thanks to these unimaginable days, I managed, amidst the wreckage of my mind, to find a new self and the difficult path that leads to mental tranquility. And while my story may seem unique, the monster of mental illness and the fear it spreads is common to all of us, just like the beast of love and every human power.

Because our soul is not made to settle for unhappiness.