Dealing with Depression

What The Voices Say

I think I've come to the point where I've reached my final days. I've been sluggish lately. I sleep too much. My speech have slowed. I no longer show any interest to things I was once passionate about. Lately, I've also been thinking how best to end my life. I've written up several suicide notes… Continue reading What The Voices Say

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Dealing with Depression

Self-Harm, A Confession

Like most things, it began with the first cut. It was a tentative one—I wanted to know how it would feel. To my surprise, it didn't hurt. In fact, it was the opposite. The moment the small razor blade pierced the delicate skin of my wrist, it gave me a temporary high. I was above… Continue reading Self-Harm, A Confession

Paper Scratches · Sentimental Scribbles

Thoughts On A Rainy Day

The spatter of raindrops sounds muffled against the frozen window. Its steady rhythm falls in sync with your heartbeat. The endless downpour follows your chaotic train of thought. Suddenly flashbacks fill your mind. Regrets make you whisper, “I should have.” Mistakes make you feel naive. Loss make you feel empty. The rain gets heavier. So… Continue reading Thoughts On A Rainy Day

Paper Scratches · Sentimental Scribbles

Struggle As A Writer

Some people think it’s so easy to write stories. You just sit there and type. You just imagine. What they don’t know is that it’s very hard to just sit and type. You wait for the words to come, for the right terms to reveal themselves. It’s very hard to just imagine when your head… Continue reading Struggle As A Writer

Paper Scratches · Sentimental Scribbles

The Joy of Waking Up and Writing

You come from a vivid dream where fantasy is reality. You wake up from it remembering everything clearly. You get up. You brew some coffee, all the while thinking about the dream. You sit in front of a paper and pen. You begin to write. You find the dream coming out so clearly and the… Continue reading The Joy of Waking Up and Writing

Paper Scratches · Sentimental Scribbles

Writing At Night

The day’s adventures suddenly resurface as you sit in front of the computer. You remember the fleeting ideas while you were having some coffee in Starbucks. You recall a certain fictional conversation while you were reading a book. Then they all come rushing like a flood. You can’t type fast enough. The words come out… Continue reading Writing At Night

Paper Scratches · Sentimental Scribbles

Misguided Ghost

It’s 5:45 on my clock. My mind is traveling far away again. Outside it is dark, the moon is obscured by dark patches of clouds. The sky is devoid of any star. The world is silent. Inside of my mind, though, is a steady clamor of ideas and wishful thinking and memories. They all fall… Continue reading Misguided Ghost