A personal space to express myself in writing
A PERSONAL SPACE TO EXPRESS MYSELF IN WRITING
Stories, ideas, and poems for the mind in progress.
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Regardless of how you were raised, there comes a point where you have to decide what you keep, what you unlearn and what you refine. Your upbringing may explain who you became, but eventually, you are responsible for what continues shaping you.
Some kinds of tiredness cannot be fixed with sleep. Sometimes the exhaustion comes from everything you have been carrying quietly for far too long, until being tired starts to feel like part of who you are.
Why has wanting to be loved become something we are embarrassed to admit? Somewhere between performing indifference and being expected to eventually find love, we made desire itself feel humiliating.
Why is asking for help sometimes harder than doing everything yourself? A reflection on control, overwhelm, independence, and the strange habit of insisting “I’m fine” when I am very clearly not fine.
Everything feels scarier at night, when the silence leaves you alone with every fear, worry and thought you have tried to outrun. But perhaps the cruelty of night is that it convinces you the darkness is permanent, when there is still morning.
I miss when being bad at something was not a shameful experience. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we became so attached to competence that being a beginner started to feel embarrassing. What happened to simply trying something because it might be fun?