Author| Poet

Anxiety Anxiety pulls you away from the centre of your peace and it may feel exciting to explore freakish possibilities but it drains your energy and leaves you malnourished and powerless against those hypnotising delusions of what 'could be' reality. Sad to say this, but it is yet another wormhole we need to avoid.

My word is my safe ground. The only reason I've been falling is because I allowed other people's words impersonate as my ground.

You can injure me, but you can't kill me anymore.

Little Ms. Perfect: "Let's break 3 bones today" Ms. Fantasy: "Let's fly into an actor's audience today" Me: "No, let's sit with the dark loneliness that you two have been trying to run away from" -let’s go inside

Weathering through my ever flowing storms of sadness, descending into my spirit is, a dollop of Self love along with a teaspoon of moon madness.

Tearing through, My ever flowing drain of sadness, Stepping into my essence is, Self discipline.

I just had my chest, Stitched up, God pulled the plug, On all those vampires, Who sucked my blood with smiles, And sugar-coated words, For 7 long years. - Narcissistic Supply was the cancer in my body

Well, Being an Empath and to look at a narcissist feels like the worst of what humanity could expect was nothing compared to their empty souls. That anchor inside well-fed men and children. Whereas us Empaths, we're the white-floating angels that these monsters crave for.

How Hard, Is it for me to stay and focus on my rabbit mind and forbid my Dark Nordic soul? How much longer, Will the light take to make a hole in my soul And carry me away to Paradise? I am going to bed. End of conversation.

Some people are who they are. Open hills with claws of death. Gotta accept that!

The truth is I have never allowed myself to feel feelings, to sense sensations or vibrations. I have lived all my years as a cougar in hiding. - so much healing left

For a people-pleaser-cum-perfectionist, every day thoughts sound like- "What's the accuracy that I failed to achieve? Who did I piss off? What did I miss in spite of my God-like perfection?"

As a trauma survivor, viewing people and pictures in black and white is a reality until the truth hits us that people are not exactly sorted. They're actually a mix of love and poison. This way or that, they're complicated.

My Black Night It felt like falling into a rabbit hole forever until I somehow had to find a way to float. Scary, but real!

Once the trust is gone, nothing they'll ever say can buy that back. The crippling angst and revenge feel like balls of lead and that 'bad chapter' that happened between you and them becomes literally 'A Thing of the Past'.

To my inner critic: “Can you please, just once be merciful and support me instead of bashing me up for shedding hair?”