I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
Tag Archives: mental health
homecoming trip
The longest trip I’ve taken was coming back from Vilnius. I was at the airport at 2 am. I had an early flight. I landed in Krakow and had a connecting flight to Zagreb. I got there around 2 pm and was in my city at around 9 pm.
the art of mending a heart
My teen years were my most fruitful years for writing. Too bad it was all wasted on a melancholy I cannot return to anymore.
advice from your big sister
I feel like my childhood started with losing my footing at my first steps, and ever since then I’ve been doing the panic sprint. I still haven’t found my footing.
apps on silent
Also, I hate that everything is buzzing all the time and has the right to your presence at all times. No, I want to hide behind the screen and exist quietly. Let me scroll my Pinterest in peace!
trying a new hobby
How quickly it all changes. Only two days ago I was drowning in self-pity about being stuck, unaccomplished, and uninspired.
… but none the wiser
When you have nothing going on for you, you can head anywhere. When you are at your rock bottom, you can only go up.
wiser by the hour
I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.
between always and never: going back in time
Regrettably, I lived a life full of things I want to change. But it brought me here today. So I learned to let go. But most of all, I learned that nothing compares to grief.
Navigating Adulthood
All my childhood, with how I held myself, I always ran ahead of time. Then, at one moment, I stopped to catch my breath, and when I wanted to start again, life had already passed me by.
My Little Hawk 