#Sunday 3 Times Holy

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Kiss me darling, a-one more time
With everything that you have inside
Kiss me darling, a-one more time
‘Cause love’s the only thing we leave behind

Kiss me, Magic!

Said I’ve been thinking about my life for all these nights
As I’m wishing on the stars up in the sky
Wondering where does our love fit in this design
Did I constellate your light right next to mine?

Kiss me, Magic!

Sun’s in your eyes, the heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you
Because you’re there
And I need a friend, oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own

Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It’s a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to hide and cry
It’s a wonderful, wonderful life

Wonderful Life, Black (Katie Melua Cover)

Insane or Misunderstood?

Problem with society? Others.

Problem with being alone? Loneliness.

It’s hard to find the right balance between the two. When’s the right time to stop being by yourself and let others back in? When’s the adequate time to stop having to always explain yourself, to justify the way you are and always align with others?

Am I being mistreated and solely critized? Or am I not seeing the concern and the advices?

It’s so easy not to guess correctly and it results in such a heavy mental toll. The whys, what ifs, if onlys. It doesn’t make it any less difficult to see through the real intentions of my surroundings.

I like people less and less but I also hate being lonely. It’s not like there’s a “correct” crowd of people that will get you no matter what and it’s not like I’m a perfect vision of friendship and friendliness either. So it’s all about juggling, about balancing, about learning and not repeating the same mistakes. That’s it.

Except that it’s easier said than done. While it would be easier to crawl into my bed and cry about it, I weirdly find it hopeful and satisfying to be determined to still try again against the odds. And even though, I’ll probably be scared, terrified sometimes or skeptical inside, but I’ll still keep trying.

How about that for a change… 😊

Back to WordPress

Hello,

I’ve been away for a long time, a very long time.

The reasons why :

  1. I was lazy (sure)
  2. I was getting frustrated with what I was writing and how it made me feel
  3. It’s more like a hobby or an outlet (so I do it when I feel like it)
  4. Because I’ve been slowly cutting ties with social media

Now, did it actually make me feel better? No, did I grow? Neither. Did it actually bring something positive in my life? Well, maybe, some rest.

I do believe that posting on WordPress had a good impact on my life and I also like reading, so I would be scrolling through the articles afterwards and it didn’t made feel insecure or bad about myself like social media does. I can read about people I know, total strangers, from people of all around the globe, with different concerns, different struggles, lifestyles or completely similar troubles. It’s fun, it’s reliable, it’s enjoyable, it’s a lot of things and being part of it also, by blogging, makes it somewhat surreal to me, even if I’m not really noticeable in that big universe.

Anyway, since I stopped posting, I had a lot of ups and downs, and weirdly I didn’t change. What used to mean to me that I was staying authentic to myself, now sounds like I’m literally not going anywhere in life. My social life is slowly deteriorating due to becoming more like an introvert out of any place that requires contact with people, my professional life is at a standstill with a job that doesn’t really fulfill me and I still haven’t, for whatever fear or reason, got back to college.

What’s wrong? Mostly everything with me, is what I’m thinking at this point.

But, as my birthday approaches (in a a few weeks), I’ve been thinking to hell with the party (only partyers would come anyway), no dinner, no gifts… The best way to celebrate my 25th year would actually be to have accomplished goals that I’d have set in the first place. If people asked me about my dreams, at best I’d say having a family and living comfortably. What used to matter to me was to be at peace with myself and God and I never had a plan to achieve that, it still matters to me but I’ve realized it was a vision and not a lifestyle, it’s something to look forward to after you’ve worked for it, it’s not something that would magically end up on my lap after a strike a luck… (I hope I explained it correctly). To summarize it, I’d like to dream, set goals, find a passion, wake up everyday to something, lose night over my future projects.

And I’ve very much sure that blogging will keep me accountable for that.

While my posts were an outlet and a recurring evidence of many troubling thoughts and doubts I had (depression and all), in the long run, it was tiring, my feelings either irritated me or made me feel like a fraud. I was getting more confused after reading each new posts and comparing with others suffering from the same illness only made it worse. I guess I got really emotional about it all and WordPress disturbed me pretty much at some point. Although I do recognize cutting the app from my life helped me for a while, in the end, it just pushed all of those thoughts in the back of my head; it wasn’t the one to blame, with or without it, those troubles didn’t stop happening. I was just running away. What I’m trying to say is however I feel about my mental health, blogging makes it clear to me at which point I am at each period, something I’m grateful for. Keeping track of what I feel, how I’m behaving, sometimes it confirms I’m not crazy, it confirms if I’m doing better, it shows my progress (forward or backwards) or at least it opens my eyes on some disturbing habits I do have. So having this sort of “diary” is something I want to do seriously from now on (by which I mean posting regularly, being organized and not running away).

So toast to that! My comeback and continuation!đŸ„‚đŸŽ‰