Tag: healing
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Having Fear Is To Have Hope
So, as you know, I’ve been pretty vulnerable and fairly candid with anyone who reads this blog. And I want to continue that trend, I wanted to discuss what life has been like continuing as if three months ago didn’t happen. My fears have been a bit more prominent lately. I’ve been afraid, not that…
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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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Like A Moth To A Flame
These last few months has had its fair share of ups and downs. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been here before. Once, with my first love. I got through that one. It made me stronger and much smarter. But let me tell you, that healing process was absolutely excruciating. There were so many times…
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Love Is An Ego-Death
It’s getting used to the solitude that haunts me, my thoughts feel like the graveyard of my past. They slowly creep in and out from time to time. Sometimes I feel as if I’m stuck in my own personal crypt, hoping someone will realize I’m actually conscious and let me out. Right when the hopeful…
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The Mind Can Be Like A Fun House Of Mirrors, Minus The Fun
Do you think there’s hope in the mystery? The mystery of not knowing what will happen next. I have always looked for hope in what feels to be a hopeless situation. Even though sometimes hope feels like some cheap magic trick the heart plays on the mind but I like to believe there is hope…
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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…
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Embarking On The Sequel
The silent between two people who used to love each other is so horribly loud. I have combed every inch of my mind for every word, every moment, and every feeling. Trying to force the past to rewind so I could relive it one more time, so I could have a-little more time. Break-ups are…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 