mental health

"you will feel better than this, maybe not yet but you will.
you just keep living, until you feel alive again."


breathe new life in the dying flowers of your soul


It's seven in the morning you get up and brush your teeth. You try to gargle the unknown thoughts and spit them all out. Post bath you require a small dose of caffeine, so use cold filtered water and add ground coffee. Then boil water, and wait; don't hallucinate, otherwise all of the water will vanish to steam. You drink your coffee and you go to work with a surge of anxiety. Don't forget to take some deep breaths with you. You finished your work. It was not a bad day. After work you go for therapy and come home after; then cry for a bit. You write somethings down on a piece of paper and then tear it into chits. You are inhaling deeply, trying to fall asleep but you are unable to so you take some sedatives prescribed. Your eyes are closed, you are waiting for the anxious subconscious to shut down. Your eyelids are plastered, I see you at peace as your forehead is not ceased. Tomorrow again you will rise stronger than yesterday.

warrior o warrior,
I am sure your battles won won't be a dismay, 
little serendipities are coming your way.

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