الهُــدوء المزعج ~''

[لمعانُ الأحداق]

موجة اكتئاب جديدة ..

 

[لمعانُ الأحداق]

إدعاء النسيان في حد ذاته تذكار

 

[ذات الشيم]

إدعاء النسيان في حد ذاته تذكار

الدخول الجامعي غدا

 

[لمعانُ الأحداق]

I feel like I’ve lost my spark
Life doesn’t taste the same anymore .. the things that once lit me up no longer bring me joy .. the hobbies I used to cherish, the places I once ran to for comfort, even the people who used to make me feel alive .. all of it feels strangely distant now .. I try to enjoy them, but it’s as if I’m only acting, drifting through life without the warmth I once carried .. I miss the version of myself who laughed easily, who found beauty in small, ordinary moments .. Sometimes I wonder if she’s gone for good, or if someday I’ll stumble upon that light again ..
I hate that I have to keep myself endlessly busy just to feel okay ..The moment I stop, everything I’ve been avoiding rushes in .. the racing thoughts, the heaviness, the memories I’ve tried so hard to bury .. so I fill my days with distractions, not because I’m strong, but because it’s the only way I know to keep from shattering .. deep down, I wish I could rest without anxiety clawing at me .. I wish I could be still without my mind tearing me apart .. I wish I could feel peace without pretending to be fine ..For now, staying busy is the only thread holding me together ..
I’m tired of being the one who feels " too much " .. tired of swallowing my words when I wanted to speak, tired of apologizing for things that were never my fault .. I thought being endlessly kind would make people appreciate me, but all it did was teach them they could use me .. I don’t want that anymore .. I don’t want to keep shrinking just to make others comfortable .. I want to stand tall, to take up space, to be heard and seen .. and to stop carrying guilt for finally choosing myself ..​

 

[space-cowboy]

I feel like I’ve lost my spark
Life doesn’t taste the same anymore .. the things that once lit me up no longer bring me joy .. the hobbies I used to cherish, the places I once ran to for comfort, even the people who used to make me feel alive .. all of it feels strangely distant now .. I try to enjoy them, but it’s as if I’m only acting, drifting through life without the warmth I once carried .. I miss the version of myself who laughed easily, who found beauty in small, ordinary moments .. Sometimes I wonder if she’s gone for good, or if someday I’ll stumble upon that light again ..
I hate that I have to keep myself endlessly busy just to feel okay ..The moment I stop, everything I’ve been avoiding rushes in .. the racing thoughts, the heaviness, the memories I’ve tried so hard to bury .. so I fill my days with distractions, not because I’m strong, but because it’s the only way I know to keep from shattering .. deep down, I wish I could rest without anxiety clawing at me .. I wish I could be still without my mind tearing me apart .. I wish I could feel peace without pretending to be fine ..For now, staying busy is the only thread holding me together ..
I’m tired of being the one who feels " too much " .. tired of swallowing my words when I wanted to speak, tired of apologizing for things that were never my fault .. I thought being endlessly kind would make people appreciate me, but all it did was teach them they could use me .. I don’t want that anymore .. I don’t want to keep shrinking just to make others comfortable .. I want to stand tall, to take up space, to be heard and seen .. and to stop carrying guilt for finally choosing myself ..​

It’s not about "life" as a whole, it’s about days. Every day carries its own little life. Some days are storms, some days are calm seas. If you just hold on, the ship will make it through the tempest and eventually find a quiet island, even if only for a while

Don’t let the pirates steal your energy. Being kind is part of who you are - you can’t change that - but you can choose who deserves that kindness. Start with yourself. Be gentle with you first, otherwise people will drain you like black holes

I truly hope you’ll ride through these waves and reach calmer waters soon​

 

[aljentel]

The quiet life is not beautiful in any case, but its beauty in movement and noise most of the time. Calming has its time, while movement and crowding are its beautiful times. I hope your life will be quiet, calm, beautiful, interspersed with a lot of happiness.

 

[aljentel]

طال الغياب
المنتدى بحاجه لحضوركم وتفاعلكم
يارب تكونوا بخير ….