I think the best versions of who we are as individuals require various levels of being the “best” that we possibly can in that particular situation. When I’m depressed, I don’t need someone telling me to “just get up and go outside because you need fresh air and to let the sunshine in.” I don’t think that’s necessarily a terrible idea because I do understand the concept, but that’s still YOUR version of MY best self in that state. If I'm depressed and laying around then telling me to go outside in the hopes that the sun will help
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I was looking back at pictures of me from a few years ago and I just kept thinking to myself about how "I missed that girl and I can't believe I lost her completely." There's always a wave of "homesickness" that overcomes me whenever I look at old pictures and that's when I miss Me. I relive the memories of the pictures, remembering how euphoric it felt to have this awareness of everything, even with having stopped for a split second, to snap a quick photo. I remember how effortless it was to laugh and to just BE. Then, I find myself reflecting on how short-lived moments are. I know we're all existing in the NOW but, sometimes, I wish time would freeze somehow, or at least slow down and I could linger a little longer. It's like, no matter how much we might try to make that moment last forever, thinking we could stretch it out, it has to end at some point. It's as if we blink and the moment has faded without our
I had this conversation, once, where I said that I didn't really like the saying of feeling "warm and fuzzy" inside as a means to describe a person in love or whatever the case may be. No, I want my soul to feel hugged. I know it's a little strange to say but that's how I feel it should be with another person you love and care deeply for. They should give you that feeling of safeness and comfort. I don't like the term "warm and fuzzy" because, to me, it seems too temporary and fleeting of a feeling and it doesn't seem
I’ve been feeling so down lately. It doesn’t feel like there’s really a reason as to why, but I also know that there’s many reasons as to why at the same time. Most of it stems from me feeling this disconnection from everyone and also feeling like I’ve been going about my days in this gray fog. That last part mostly comes from the fact that I work overnights and sleep most of the days away. With saying that, though, it’s not hard to see why I feel that disconnect with everyone when I’m sleep while most of them are awake, but that’s still not even it. The sadness comes from me trying to decipher if the communication
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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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