I began this post as an update, but, it’s my next reason.
I started this blog one day when I was thinking of suicide as a feasible option. At the time, which wasn’t so long ago yet feels like it was eons ago I wanted, no, needed, to focus on the positive. I was looking forwards in time. It was nearing a year after I’d promised to give life a go. Continue reading “Fifty Three: There is always another reason”
Okay, so I’m kinda annoyed, and I guess this is a reply.
Why are you so afraid
Upon reading what I write
Why does the word suicide
Continue reading “Why are you so afraid?”
Everything that happens in life can either be a stumbling block that sends you tripping and ultimately down the darkest chasms, or a stepping stone, which you climb higher and higher. Everything. It doesn’t always seem so. There are some things in my life that I wonder about. Like the fact that I have a plan down to the hours that I can use to kill myself, including to the method at hand.
Continue reading “Fifty one: Stumbling block or stepping stone?”
I have so much to say about this and just don’t have the headspace to do it. I want to at least put something down.
Kintsugi is a Japanese art form. They take broken pieces of pottery and repair them with gold so that the cracks are the beauty.
I’d love it if anyone could elaborate.
I’m sitting here, surprised, that I am here. This date has major significance to me. Beforehand I was dreading it, yet now that it’s here, it’s just a date. Just another day. That’s part of the big picture. This day, a year ago, was the end of 6 weeks after I promised to try (not to end it) for 6 weeks. Yesterday a year ago was when I promised to give life a go. It’s been a year. Continue reading “Forty Nine: It’s part of a big picture”
I want to give to others…
To be written out when can fill it in.
Four more reasons until the 50th.
It would help if I could actually think of any…. I want my 50th to be written in 9 days. Today it all is too much. Wherever I write I am stuck for words. There’s too much for me to be able to put it down.
Was walking down the streets earlier feeling a yum breeze blowing.
I’m frustrated, annoyed and resentful. I hate the world and everyone in it. Specifically those who messed up my plans. But even this has humour in it. I was going to go out. First to one place, followed by another trip. I chose not to go to A because it was important to me to get to B earlier. Due to a variety of factors (thoughtless people), those who went to A, which I wanted to do! Continue reading “Forty Three: The humour in everything”
I never knew that I could post on my phone. It’ll have to be short because I am on here. When I am back on my laptop I hope to fill in the posts properly.
Need I say more than that?
There are all different kinds of music. I’m no connoisseur, and ca’t even identify different genres, but music is something that can be so, delicate. Pretty. Inspirational. There are some songs that have actually helped me. Continue reading “Forty One: Music”