Tag: anxiety
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And Just Like That, The 2025 Year Comes To An End
Life is strange. And time is a construct I wish would slow down if only for a moment. You look around and the leaves have changed and the temperature has dropped. You’re so close to entering a new year. And when you think back, what do you think of? I think how much has changed.…
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Poem: Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes, the pain comes in the form of a lump in my throat. The ache is so bad I grip my chest like that will make it stop. Like I could punch a hole straight into my ribcage, grasp my heart and rip it out or hold it as a comfort. Sometimes, you cross my…
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Poem:If The Walls Could Talk
The keys shook in her hands, she could barely breathe. She turned the handle to what would be the start of her new life. She walked in and her footsteps echoed in the empty the space, the emptiness resonated within her soul. There was no furniture to dampen the sound of her footsteps and the…
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Do I Love Me, Do I Love Me Not?
Tonight, I had to talk myself out of my car and into this restaurant I’m currently sitting in. It still takes some inner pep talking to muster up the courage to get out and do things by myself. But any opportunity to become very familiar with who I am I’ll take it. I have a…
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The Big Scary Void
I have started off so many of my blog posts with a question, I’m constantly searching for answers. I’m naturally a very curious person but I’m also an over-thinker so you could imagine how that might not mix well. A-lot of questions have been popping up in my mind here and there, combing through the…
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We’re All Just Saving Face
No one talks about how numb you feel after heartbreak. Once enough time has passed, you no longer have the desire to feel anything at all. The small things that once brought you joy no longer fulfills you the way it used too. The small talk and minor human interaction becomes such a tedious task.…
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The Stages Of Healing Can Be Such A Drag
I’m sitting on the floor in my apartment, Arsonist’s Lullaby by Hozier playing in the background. For some reason it reminds me that in my stages of healing, I have slowly learned to be more patient with myself because I’ve never been this version of me before so I’m still learning who she is. During…
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Tales Of A Haunted Mind
Some days feel worse than others, every day feels different. Even the good days, it’s one intrusive thought after the next. It’s so hard to keep my mind from racing with so many different things, I would love for it to be silent sometimes. Over-thinking takes up so much space, it’s like there’s not much…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 