When I first met you I knew I had already known you. It was as if my soul was drawn to yours and I automatically felt this warmth just radiating from you when we were finally in front of each other. It was like I had found something I had no idea I had lost in the first place. At first, after all these years, I couldn't find the right words that "fit" because none of them made any sense, at least not for us. However, now, I realize that the word I was looking for was "home." There's a Danish word that surprisingly captures that feeling exactly. The word is "hygge" and it doesn't have an exact definition in English but it can be summed up as being a "coziness, charm, happiness, ‘contentness’, security, familiarity, comfort, reassurance, kinship, and simplicity." You are all of those things to me and
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I almost got on here and vented about how I had slowly come out of my depression but then I felt myself sinking back in as if my mind and soul refused to be "happy" again. This was only last week but I keep trying to power through it because I don't want to feel like that anymore. I also hate when people say that "all you have to do is not stress about anything and be more positive." SHUT UP. It's seriously not that easy and that's not me trying to put it off. Being depressed is like having your "real" self imprisoned
It all started when I asked a friend of mine if he "had ever been so sad that his body physically hurt." He said "no and I kind of hate asking him anything like that because it's usually a no, which I'm happy for him in that aspect because it's a shitty feeling. Anyways, it got me thinking a lot about physical pain which has been proven to have a connection with someone experiencing depression, but this isn't a science listen. What's on my mind is that I hate being stuck in a depression and feeling like I can't crawl out of this hole that I subconsciously dug myself. It's like experiencing the "fight or flight" response in your brain, only I
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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