One day it's clean mind; deeply peaceful and healthy.
Other day, vicious noises crawl into my nerves and manipulate my senses.
yet I try to hold on .
I stumble upon my old unhealthy dopamine sources then I fall into the trapdoor of society.
Yet I try to hold on.
I drown finding it harder to gasp actual consciousness because social patterns defined how short my breathes should be
Yet I try to hold on .
I hit a "dead-end"
And one tear of my mine could overflow the world until I can float again.
Not shading the fact that my lungs might fill up with water particles causing me to drown even harder.
I didn't calculate my next moves
Because bursts of sadness bombarded me in unwanted times .
Until I stopped trying...
I finally gave up
My grandma wished she could rescue me.
She did her best actually
But no one ... could reach this desirable aim of saving me from my 1630 days of unpleasant numbness.
I don't like to talk about it yet I have to; understand you're not alone and in both of our situations we can still find someone to call home, if you're wondering here's a hint:
My break through was a coincidence but when I connect dots looking backwards i realized that it's meant to be, it was always meant to be, because if I caught a cross at the first glance then my subconscious was aiming to pour my focus on it, so I synchronized my steps with my heart beats and they drew me closer to the exact same place I always unknowingly longed to all my life; Christ.
The worthy lamb is my soul shepherd.
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
