I do not wish for many to know what I am going through. I do not wish for many to understand me. People who do not understand, do not understand. People who do not understand, do not fathom. Do not fathom that depression, is none but slow death. Is none…

“you have changed.” It indeed is something I am hearing a lot, and have been hearing a lot. And perhaps, I would agree, but I think it is more about me changing, rather than have finished my journey of change. I got rather angry when someone would point it out…

I currently am in a very, well, different place in my life. I feel quite lost, doubtful of all those around me. I wonder if I would ever be able to trust again. Again, pity is not what I wish to receive, nor is help. Perhaps this provides a hug…

…………………………***TRIGGER WARNING***………………………… ………………………***EATING DISORDER TALK***……………………… Again, I do not write this asking for pity or help, rather to share my experience in order to help readers in any way possible. Sometimes it just helps to feel understood; sometimes it helps to know the possible consequences of one’s condition. I write…

At times in our lives we will have to go through tough stuff, alone. It is quite often said that when we get through tough stuff alone, we get stronger. That belief, I think, put us humans in an imaginary competition of who will be the strongest of us all. …

Our… our beliefs, I believe are an extension of our existence. Perhaps life, is not something we ought to discover, rather to live. Perhaps there is very little to discover and very much to create. Discovery, doesn’t it have a science? Doesn’t it have a method? A way? But… life…

pop! pop! pop! it boiled within me, lava. Such anger I am capable of, scares me. Such a cold heart I can choose to have, one that sees sadness, pain, torture and draws a happy bow. Such anger I decide to keep within, such sadist fantasies I decide to erase…

again, I repeat, my life I shall share for the sake of the human with the crying heart, wishing once upon a time someone understood… the agony life subjects upon us. Not for pity, not a cry for help. This morning I woke up from my short sleep to a…

I have suffered greatly from my overthinking habits. I lost people and I lost many parts of my own self. Very recently I have decided to slowly try and find a balance. This has been increasingly hard due to my anxiety, depressive and manic episode, and my attachment issues. I…