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!
Tag Archives: mental health
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.
While I ate cake at a family gathering: Thoughts on family
I stood in the corner, a paper plate with a slice of cake in my lap. My eyes widened with confusion. Looking around me, I realized: I don’t know that many happy families.
“You can’t have a village without being a villager.”
Protecting our peace, while important, is not something people understand its nature and purpose to be. We use it when we can’t be bothered to do anything, really. This lack of community is part of a much larger issue, but the point still stands: we forgot how to be friends.
Summer in Waiting Rooms: Figuring Your Life Out in Your Twenties
I’ve been ready to move all my life. I’ve been waiting forever in my room that isn’t my room because I have somewhere else to be. A home.
Journaling in the Time of Social Media
Yes, it might actually be that damn phone. Journaling, Very Literally Journals are (I think) supposed to be a place for yourself to collect your thoughts. Whatever lies heavy on your chest, whatever you can’t/don’t want to share with others, or just a random thoughts dump. I feel like it turned into us interviewing ourselvesContinueContinue reading “Journaling in the Time of Social Media”
