I’m sorry
For not being creative enough
Expressive enough
Loud enough
Enough
Just enough
Was I enough?
But I know it didn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
I will stay
And I will leave
I’ll find my way
Right between these piles & piles of scattered timelines and broken promises
I need you
I need to find you
Again
Like I did
All those years ago
All those tears ago
You
Are
Me
Me.
A guest post.
You’ve always had a place in my head
Because everyday I see you, again and again
A guest post.
Pull Quotes: "The key to understanding emotional abuse therefore, lies in checking the extent of negative impact a person has on one’s psyche."
A guest post.
We are born into stories. Since time immemorial and the days around the campfire, we have been telling stories. Some stories we carry with us about who we are and what is important for us and we build connections by re-telling these stories. This journal is a canvas for documenting these life stories. It offers you a space to jot down or doodle those small things that get you happy, content, and joyful. And yes, it may be from any story of your life or something that you saw or felt. It can be as vivid as reliving a childhood memory, rewinding your favourite playlist, scrawling words that you hold close or even illustrating secret maps to your hidden wafer packets.
A guest post.
While I stood there frozen in place
My beating heart tried so hard to mend me, to melt from the inside out
