I miss the days I was part of you. When you didn’t have to fight so hard to include me, hear me, be with me. All of me. I know we’ve been through a lot and that’s part of the reason we are who we are. You mean well, I know you do. Once bitten …
We’ve been fighting for so long. Every experience chipping away something from me. I don’t feel the same. I’ve changed. What do I do when I look in the mirror and I’m met with a brokenness that I don’t want to recognise. I have lost who I was. I’ve lost myself. Things are not how …
When did we start equating our worth by how much we’re accepted, needed, valued. We want so badly for people to not recognize our flaws, weakness, and humanity. How much do we spend on covering it up? The lengths we go to, denying and hiding our true self to maintain the image we label, perfection. …
The chaos, madness, trauma that is life. I often found myself going through the motions of it. At times I was not aware, aware that I was only existing, not living. Go to school, try to get good grades, pick a good career, try to mould myself to fit that career, maintain a functioning relationship …
It is unfortunate that most people live their lives without ever experiencing their physical state in full relaxation mode. It’s easy to tell someone to relax but what does that truly entail? Is there a rule, better yet a guide on the actual steps to take to achieve it? Well, don’t fret. I am here …