Hello March 👋 Dear Diary, My silenced writer lies somewhere in my essence trying to find herself. T has been digging deep into my emotional triggers and she says that I need to embrace change. Be quick to adjusting to what comes after change has settled in as the new familiar. I am slow when it comes to soul entanglements. Slow while warming up to the idea of breaking the ice and even slower while undoing the existing ones. Healing for me is tideous and I have had to learn…
Monday's Dark Sermon Dear Diary, I am trying to come up with a way to break the ice. Trying to let myself slither into a better place to share what I will. It is been days I know but healing for me is not smooth. I can go for days without feeling the need to share (read either talking or writing) and oftentimes that is when darkness reigns here. The only way out is to leave my self-imposed prison and go out for some human interaction. More like I would for some much needed…
The Body's Secrets Dear Diary, The night embraces the moonless dim in a quite way. I should be sleeping but I am fighting to suspend my ego and let my writer find her light. My fingers are playing pens as the soul tries to adjust to a less rigid mode. The voices in my head are unifying themselves into a singular reflective tone and their echos can be heard bouncing back as clear words. Possible sentences. T (my psychiatrist) says I have been and still am tense. This has got…
Speaking in Tongues Dear Diary, The sun has been showing off and the dust is making everything wear her clingy earthy coat. From the books sitting at the corner of this room to the long eyelashes roaming out there. The mind is unsettled but the soul somehow has remained unbothered. It is a new place to find self. An odd place. Odd in a goodish way. Time has slowly eaten away three months and a crucial piece of my soul found its way here yesterday. Sleep found a sincere smile…
In Here Dear Diary, April is here. Or it will be in a few hours. The last three months have been engulfed by an emotional fog that won't be bothered to fade away as expected. Life or fate has dragged me through some unfavourable suitations and my soul has been grinded to whatever comes after dust. Tears have found my pillows as I try to bury my face over and over again. The nights must have stolen the days' time and I need to empty this hold. I heard a voice asking me how…
@Blackween