Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
Beautiful.
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?
Surviving.
Hush! Don’t speak.
Hold it, don’t cry.
Don’t let them know.
Keep it together, don’t show. Only the weak cries. Only the cowards seek assistance.
Keep going.
Keep grinding.
“You’re just fine. Keep resisting. Ignore them. Those useless emotions, feelings and thoughts.”
And just like that my sufferings dismissed as something made-up.
So unreal, so dreamy.
A creation of the weak mind.
Oh, you never even acknowledged the wound, let alone listened to it bleed.
But will you ever know?
It’s the tears that keep me breathing.
It’s the sadness that proves I’m still alive.
It’s the pain that keeps me grounded.
It’s the way I hold it together.
It’s not my weakness – But my SUPERPOWER
How often do you walk or run?
Running for my health? Never
Running from life? Everyday🙃
Describe your ideal week.
The week when I run my errands with minimal to no help from others.
Story time
I went to a psychiatrist one time for counseling…Now I know not all psychiatrists can counsel at best but I knew him already so I thought he’d be a better choice.
I shared him my troubles with all the courage I could gather and he legit said- “well if this, this and this hurt you, stop doing it.”
“Your actions are the real problem.”
Like bruh! Thanks I obviously didn’t know that. If I could do it on my own why would I be here anyway right?
What about two for a start?
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
“I can’t” because I can.
That’s it.
It’s not everyday I get this feeling and that is why this is so special. I mean “I’m living my best life.” That’s it.
But isn’t home ever so dynamic? You take it with you.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
It was an emotional moment for me when I left home for the first time. I didn’t know I would even shed a tear or two but surprisingly I did. I had to move out not because I had to join some college, 2000 km away from home. But because I had to grow up, and staying closer to home could only take me so far as a person.
No, I don’t mean to say home is not enough. I mean to say home is never enough to grow, to flourish, to thrive, to learn, to fly. You need to leave those four-walled concrete cages or in my case—a four-walled bamboo cage and the four people I thought were my entire world, to move out, to see the world for myself.
A world where the consequence of a single bad choice is much harsher than the mere beatings you got from your mother. Where life puts you on a pedestal but doesn’t provide the proper shoes to keep your feet from the pain that would last longer than you ever imagined. Where life actually begins to kick you to the curb.
And with all of this, you still cannot let a single sigh of yours affect the people you care for and love.
Yes, life begins when you move out. And it’s been one heck of a story for me to tell ever since that day.
Why do you blog?
To get things out of my head because sometimes it get too heavy. But now I’m enjoying it ♡
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