Being broken isn’t the end of me… I may shake and puke when faced with the enemy but being broken isn’t the end of me… I may break down and forget to breathe… It will take time to patch myself back to life but being scattered around won’t be the end of me… One day …
Category Archives: domestic violence
sanity and the opposite of it
Marban ku dhuftay… The line between sanity and insanity was pretty slim… I crossed over one day. I’ve heard of women who walked out of their houses without clothes! These weren’t nudists by choice but by force. They had gone mad. They had lost it! Well, I never thought that I one day would be …
Level the hell up, so I may hate you a lil
Ah! I take no pleasure in knowing that you are in a bad place… Damn it! It would have been easier… I Much rather hear that you are well and living your best life! I would love to hear that you have found someone and that you are treating her better… For 2 reasons… One: …
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time to heal to dream
I have been asked the same question, during a very tough time… “what are you doing? What are you contributing to this world?” as if my mere existence was not a miracle in itself. I did not have an answer to that question as to the one who raised it was none other than the …
Thorn, tongue poison
Every time you reminisce on the beautiful roses and the scent of love and warm embrace “the good old days” you forget the thorn roses from their tongue poisonous to your self-worth. Is there any left in you? Do you look in the mirror and see anything valuable looking back at you? They don’t even …
Surviving a narcissist
the other day I was having a conversation with a lady. We talked about many things and we got to the part of romantic partners in our lives, or the lack of it, in my case. I told her that I like to admire my crushes from a far, and how I can’t see myself …
Is there anyone without issues? 😅
Yes, I have got issues… Trust issues… I don’t know all my triggers yet… I haven’t worked through all my traumas. Yes, I’m fucked up! But not fucked up enough to wanna fuck up your life! I am nobody’s problem. Incoming hyper independence… But my own. I am learning to listen and to reassure myself …
Yes, It’s I.
Yes it’s I, the girl with a broken jar for a heart, and yes I have sewn myself back together, but there are cracks in me, still and will always be… Sometimes a crack might bleed by a resurfaced memory… And a wolf may come through a crack again… It may dig its teeth in …
Bloody cracks
It’s not a lack of sharing something of me, oh I’m so good at sharing something from me, be it a thought, a past, or a look. It’s the assurance that there are cracks I still haven’t learned how to heal or deal to live with. And each time one of them bleed in came …
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