Lost Expressions
I dont know where to begin now. Today at this point I am clueless, I ve written something a while back whence everything was in chaotic mood. I still feel lost sometimes, driving through a limbo I see myself. I try to concentrate though i fail to find my midpoint. Nothing is mattering now, I repeat a prayer, I focus a little bit , and loose it all over again. This has been happening for a while now, moving into swirl of black emotions. I remember, I was like that since 10 years back from now or maybe 15. I think I ve gone through alot that with each time, I helped myself back on track, i loose myself all again.....
Maria started writing again, jotting her thoughts in a journal she keeps by her bedside. Each night she writes a little before her pen falls down, as she slips into deep sleep. She dreams everyday, she is in a little boat made of cotton candy, above the 7th sky she swirls with the wind. She smiles, a comfort inside her grows every day a little. Hope inside her find its way. Someone else is comforting her, that today might be a little bit better than yesterday. All her sorrow vanish inside that journal of fate. Life could be better " if and only if " she repent as she remember her days, and so on she goes.
Maria has been suffering from depression. The trauma of battling the pain of worthlessness. The pain of being inside a cage made of illusion and misery. She keeps on drawing arrows everywhere she find a space. She repeat them in lines, she repeat them alone. She stares at nowhere, filled with void and chaos she ends her day. Isolated inside her circle drawn by herself. She starts her lines with no direction, but with the intention to fill the space.
Battling depression could be one of the most challenging time of your life. You are alone with this. Fighting alone the shadow of your gloominess and pain. Alone you walk everyday, hoping that with your strenght you can overcome all the negativity that could battle your hope. You suffer that your weakness could drive you to nowhere, and fear that someday you ll end up in a restless road.
Maria, never figured that out, except that her loneliness made up someone illusionary friends inside her head. People she could speak up with, share a smile or even a secret. She figured herself making up plans and stories, and always found joy alone with these people that live inside her mind.
Illusion sometimes happen out of the blue. Amid every crisis or even a trauma. Something else is built inside ourselves. That pain we have suffered alone, or maybe we have denyed. The pain we have rejected or maybe kept inside. Expressing our emotions is one of the most vital things that help us to overcome pain, loss and trauma.
Maria started writing again, jotting her thoughts in a journal she keeps by her bedside. Each night she writes a little before her pen falls down, as she slips into deep sleep. She dreams everyday, she is in a little boat made of cotton candy, above the 7th sky she swirls with the wind. She smiles, a comfort inside her grows every day a little. Hope inside her find its way. Someone else is comforting her, that today might be a little bit better than yesterday. All her sorrow vanish inside that journal of fate. Life could be better " if and only if " she repent as she remember her days, and so on she goes.
Maria has been suffering from depression. The trauma of battling the pain of worthlessness. The pain of being inside a cage made of illusion and misery. She keeps on drawing arrows everywhere she find a space. She repeat them in lines, she repeat them alone. She stares at nowhere, filled with void and chaos she ends her day. Isolated inside her circle drawn by herself. She starts her lines with no direction, but with the intention to fill the space.
Battling depression could be one of the most challenging time of your life. You are alone with this. Fighting alone the shadow of your gloominess and pain. Alone you walk everyday, hoping that with your strenght you can overcome all the negativity that could battle your hope. You suffer that your weakness could drive you to nowhere, and fear that someday you ll end up in a restless road.
Maria, never figured that out, except that her loneliness made up someone illusionary friends inside her head. People she could speak up with, share a smile or even a secret. She figured herself making up plans and stories, and always found joy alone with these people that live inside her mind.
Illusion sometimes happen out of the blue. Amid every crisis or even a trauma. Something else is built inside ourselves. That pain we have suffered alone, or maybe we have denyed. The pain we have rejected or maybe kept inside. Expressing our emotions is one of the most vital things that help us to overcome pain, loss and trauma.
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