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Diary of an Anomalous Mortal

Mind is a scary place, come dwell in it

The Aches of Depression

Every part of me hurts.  The cold just makes it a thousand times worse. Aching bones and joints just make me want to cry. Strained muscles with an emotional overload just leaves me shattered. How strange that I self harm... Continue Reading →

A Tale on Suicide

"Why did she kill herself" , they said in a disgusted manner while checking the pulse of a girl who was hanging with fan. "One never kills oneself... Something already killed me before I hanged myself to death,'' replied the... Continue Reading →

Life of a Trichster

I feel restlessness crawling up my bones. My hands, legs and every part of me is on a buzz. There's nothing I can do to contain it, expect pull my hair, literally. The first reaction I usually get is, ''Wait,... Continue Reading →

”What Happened to Your Hair,” They Ask Me, And I Have No Answer

Restlessness flows through my body and there's nothing I can do to contain it, except pulling out my hair, literally. I do it and feel anxiety leaving my body with each strand of hair I pull out. It feels good,... Continue Reading →

Walking on the Spikes of Anxiety

It just gets harder and harder with each passing day. You are alone, you feel guilt sweeping through your bones; the guilt of ignoring your responsibilities and shutting out the people who claim to love you and when you're in... Continue Reading →

The Day She Asked Me If I Was Out of My Mind

I feel my demons making themselves more visible, like a hide and seek, trying to break through the surface, little by little, everyday.

One Moment of Peace

You come home, you get under the blanket and you cry. People come in to see you, ask you what's wrong but you just say you're not well.

I Am Me (A Tale on Depression & Anxiety)

"That's a really cliched title", my head keeps telling me. ''But it's okay", this new found voice replies back. "You are you, after all and no one else" I grew up with the words; depression and anxiety, in part due... Continue Reading →

The Free Soul

"Why she killed herself" , they said in a disgusted manner while checking the pulse of a girl, hanging with fan. "One never kills oneself... Something already killed me before I hanged myself to death,'' replied the free soul. Submitted... Continue Reading →

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