I’m tired of existing, of staying awake, of watching everything else fall apart while work remains the one thing I can still do.
Tag: #grief
Him
I’ve realised,not through research,but through my own experience,that the mind, indeed,can be trained. I used to cry.To wonder.To begyouto talk to me. You always said the same thing.How busy you were.How you don’t like being on your phone.How you don’t even like calls. For months,I … Continue reading Him
Grief
I hate change. Always did. But unfortunately, change doesn’t ask for permission. So what do I do now? Where do I now belong?
Halfway Home
There are three rooms in this building.Three small boxes stacked side by side, each one breathing in its own way. The room on the left is loud.Sometimes it’s laughter, sometimes it’s shouting — but it’s always full of sound. The woman there has a voice … Continue reading Halfway Home
Still Living In That House
Writer’s Note This piece is part memory, part feeling, and part search. It is not a linear story. It moves like memory does; fragmented, circular, sometimes clear and sometimes smudged. I wrote this not because I have answers but because I needed space for the … Continue reading Still Living In That House
