Oh, there you are, again. Gentle, quiet, authoritative. You’ve come without an invitation. You’ve come unannounced. You’ve brought with yourself the tools of torture. Some memories, some apprehensions, some pain, some assumptions. I see a meaningless guilt is accompanying you. And restlessness is there too.Continue reading “An Invisible, Intangible, Infuriating Agony”
Stand in front of the mirror,
and let it happen.
Let yourself fall back,
this will be a new start.
Oh dear heart,
This healing thing that they talk about is messy. I know, I know you’re hurting; screaming; crying. But it’s all part of healing you see. Healing from what exactly? I’m afraid even I can’t tell you that. But, healing. That’s all we can hold on to right now.Continue reading “Healing is not a straight line”
The title of this post is inspired by the book of the same name by Ian Reid.
One among the many things that I related to in this book was that once this thought enters your mind; there is no escaping from it. I am thinking of ending things. 6 words that can break someone’s heart; make someone panic; send them into a frenzy of fear; or just plain destroy them. I am thinking of ending things. I love how these 6 words mean so many different things in so many different contexts.Continue reading “I am thinking of Ending Things”
The day I wanted to kill myself was a Tuesday in October. I lay in bed holding a box of sleeping pills in one hand and a knife in the other. On my table next to the bed rested a pair of scissors and a rope that I had spent hours untangling. My eyes were fixed at the fan. The room was dark with all lights turned off;Continue reading “The Day I Wanted to Kill Myself”