A Hand In Need

I am reminded of my conversation with my therapist after writing the previous blog today that writing to express grief is also a reaction. I am trying to adjust to the fact gradually that I just react to grief differently than everybody else does. What wonders can therapy do!

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Fright

I am in a fright towards who I was in the past. Everyone and everything could affect me. I used to cry silently. I was bullied and laughed at by all the people of my age in the primary and secondary classes without any fault of mine. This experience transformed me into a premature person. Hence, now I can also connect, reciprocate and communicate with the ones who understand the patterns of life.

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Drop

I am thinking of dropping my college lately. Of course, my parents won’t allow me to but it’s a constant recurrent thought in my mind, not because I wish to follow a trend of famous people but because I feel there is a lot of unwanted energy around me that’s hindering me, more or less, from accessing the best of me and my life.

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