I wrote this in April 2020. I wrote this with so much hope that I had finally gotten to acceptance. Two years later, I was diagnosed with Depression and Complicated Grief. To be fair, I went through another significant loss in 2021 that I am still navigating. Today, on the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life, I will bring it back because it’s still as relevant today as it was then. Grief changes you on a fundamental level.
Dear Me. Happy Birthday.
I’m a millennial. That generation the straddles the pre and post-internet explosion. I like to believe we are that magical generation that had the best of both worlds.
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity. The two are apparently distinct entities. At least that’s what they said.
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
She is the smart reader-writer with the most radiant smile.
He who runs in every man perishes his life, just as the soul that runs in all souls perishes it’s spirit Biték
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated performances predetermined to embarrass one, children have always been the object of adults’ amusement, and I was no exception.
The train of life moves too fast.