bottled it up
5:55 AM,
Sunday, November 6, 2016
thank God it’s
still a Sunday!
The night has
been so long and I’ve had no choice but to pretend I’m sleeping, closing my
eyes, counting sheep endlessly, I’ve done it but reality is that my mind is far
from it.
Could this be
the iced cappuccino decaf? Or could this be just me affected by the drama that
has been going on my life for days now?
I sighed to
myself.
No matter how
many times I deny, at this age, I still can’t fake anxiety or depression.
And worst, I
thought I am better at handling things, turns out, I’m blinded and was just good
at avoiding it.
These days, I
always find myself in long pauses, distant stares and zoning out. I feel that
my body is there but my mind is off to somewhere. And believe me when I say
that even feeling so down makes me crack up to a painful experience as if it’s
a joke. Weird huh?
I guess when
you hit a point whereby you’ve no control over and just take no matter what
life gives you, you’ll be deeply overwhelmed by it. You develop a certain
numbness.
I’m speaking
from a point where drama has not been my cup of tea.
I talked to a
friend last night and she told me that being brave is accepting that you are
weak sometimes.
I agreed.
For the most
part, we are challenged just so we know how long can we stand. We are tested
just so we know how far we can go.
6:20 AM,
Sunday, November 6, 2016
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I bottled in
my thoughts and I wish I can say more.
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