When Death Passed By Our Door
My cozy space to think out loud and make sense of life in real time. I explore psychology, faith, emotions, identity and everything in between. Not as an expert, but as a girl trying to figure it all out with honesty. If you're tired of vague advice and surface level healing. You're at the right place ♡. If you love journaling, deep talks and figuring life out slowly, you'll feel right at home here ๐ก๐
When will this chapter of my life end... sometimes I feel like I'm milking
my situation and making it seem worse than it actually is ๐ฅฒ๐
Then I remember that it is worse than I actually show it to be๐ซ ๐
I question myself why am I in this situation? ๐
Why is life humbling me so much when I never did anything to deserve this,
I was born to humbled for no reason ๐
Unbearable suffering and helpless...I don't even know if there is a light at the end of the tunnel for me ๐
So why do I have to start the beginning of my life with overwhelming pain with no hope tied to it ๐
Why is life making me the victim of a situation a didn't sign up for ๐
I wasn't asked to be born, it was forced on me and now I have to struggle and fight my way out? ๐
What crime did I possibly commit in my past life ๐ค๐
This is beyond tears, because I know even if I cry my tears mean nothing and it wouldn't even change an inch of my situation ๐
I wish I could cry tears of blood maybe then, life might look my way ๐ฉธ❤️๐ฉน
#the.of.the.rope๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐
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