The more I shared, the less I wanted to be seen. Somehow, external validation took more, than it gave and slowly i couldn't remember last time my voice was mine. I started to question all of my decisions, all of my choices, every step I took felt wrong and every move I made felt like I have never danced before.



I am looking for peace in surrender and positive nihilism.



Caught myself in the act of betraying my happiness by constantly replaying worst case scenarios and doubting every good thing that happens.



I am going to consider it a very serious matter and deal with it accordingly.

It is unacceptable and sort of embarrassing for a woman my age.



I had a dream where I apologised, and you said you are sorry too.

We had enough wisdom to understand that our paths crossed not to hurt each other, but to make us better human beings.

And it felt comforting