Shadows…….. 
Continue reading “Fifty Five – Shadows 2”
Seventy: Ninety days
I wasn’t, am still not, quite sure what to title this post.
For the point isn’t, 90 days (or tomorrow that would be 3 months), but, all that it means. I’m not quite sure what I think about it. Or, I do know what I think, it’s just a whole lot of contradictions, which, isn’t surprising considering that everything is always a contradiction. Continue reading “Seventy: Ninety days”
Sixty Nine: The sun
The sun. This wouldn’t necessarily be a reason if there were no such thing as winter, and freezing cold.
I was in pain yesterday and didn’t know what to do about it. I mean, it was hurting! For something to register enough as pain – that I actually name it as such – it has to hurt a damn lot. Continue reading “Sixty Nine: The sun”
My Reasons
Sixty Eight: I’m okay
I wrote a post a while back, Reason 54 – you’re okay. I know this is similar, but, for me it’s a different reason.
I’m okay. Hear that? I. Am. Okay. Continue reading “Sixty Eight: I’m okay”
Self harm. My thoughts at the moment.
This post could be triggering to read.
Self harm. I guess I’m writing this post as one day when I was thinking about self harming I decided to write a post with my reasons why not. Now, I just want to put down what I think, and see where it takes me. Continue reading “Self harm. My thoughts at the moment.”
LTM: Random
I decided to write to myself.
Dear Eliza
Just breathe. This, too, shall pass. It’s hard at the moment. Overwhelming. And, it’s okay, you’re okay. I know it may seem otherwise. Listen to the side that wants what is best. Listen to the side that cares. Continue reading “LTM: Random”
Sixty Seven: Continue on
I am not sure why I am finding this moment hard. It’s pretty obvious why – I need sleep.
The quote set as my featured image – go as long as you can and take another step used to be my motto. Just another step. Just another breath. This too shall pass. Continue on….
What helps you continue on?
Eliza
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes
The moments
Just seem like too much
Sometimes
The moments
Just seem endless
Sixty Six: People who give
I am sitting here wanting to cry. I am touched. In a random country trying to buy something from a vending machine. I have the currency but not in a form the machine would accept. Some random guy asks me what I want, buys it for me, Continue reading “Sixty Six: People who give”
Sixty Five: Being present
I usually live completely in my own head. It’s as though I live on a parallel universe to the world. Mixing metaphors here, but, it’s like the universe is travelling on one train track and I am on my own train on the track next to it. I see what happens in the other train through the windows but I am on my own train. Continue reading “Sixty Five: Being present”