I'm standing at the crossroads of skepticism and curiosity, fully aware of the so-called wonders of journaling, yet I'm not entirely sold on the idea. It's like being told to eat your veggies as a kid – you know they're good for you, but you'd rather have ice cream. Now, I'm about to embark on this journey, a sort of expedition into the wilds of my own mind, as I grapple with the ever-twisting, turning paths of borderline personality disorder.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
A moment of clarity
In a sudden burst of realization, an epiphany struck me mere moments ago, illuminating my understanding that I am not emerging from the depths of the rabbit hole but descending even deeper into its labyrinthine embrace. It appears that after enduring an extended period of dwelling within the void, I have grown acclimated to its presence and forged an unconventional sense of solace amidst the shadows. As twisted as it may seem, this darkness has become my abode, a peculiar dwelling where I find an odd semblance of familiarity.
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