I found myself staring at a blank page for what seemed like an hour or so, trying to find words that I no longer can remember.
Have you been in this situation a lot?
I have… and it’s worse than writer’s block.
I’m prone to rambling and I’ll take this opportunity to apologize because I need to write it down or forever hold my peace. So bear with me if you can as I strive to make sense out of the craziness of it all.
You see, it’s been a cloudy weather inside my fishbowl head for quite some time now. It taunts me and tells me, “Hey! There are a lot to write about. But let’s make it a bit more interesting by making it a bit cloudy so the obvious is not that obvious.” Continue reading Cloudy With A Chance Of Crazy
When I was a kid, my parents used to warn me to keep my hands behind my back whenever we’re in the fragile part of a department store (i.e., the glassware and home accessories section). My mom would tell me that if I break something, I’ve got to pay for it. For a kid with limited funds, that’s enough to make me get scared and opt-out from the excursion on that part of the store.
Now, looking back on those words, I can’t help but relate it to every day my life, but it a less literal way.
I learned early on that glass, ceramics and porcelain are not the only things that can break. Trust, hope, love and all the abstract things in our lives can be broken too — and we have to pay for it one way or another. Continue reading You Break It, You Pay For It
When you see someone — perhaps a stranger — strutting like he owned the world, have you ever thought that he has issues with self-esteem or if he was born to rule the world with his [too] generous smiles and soft voice?
I wonder how I came to be like this…
Continue reading Stranded Realities
They say I’m an addict. But am I? Really? [cue in Not An Addict by K’s Choice] I’d rather be called a book lover – not an addict — because clearly, I love reading.
You see, I own around 700+ paperbacks/softcover/hardcover books and more than a thousand e-books in my hard drive. I have to admit [tongue-in-cheek) that almost 80% of them are romantic fiction.
Unlike some I know who are clearly posers and have acquired tons of books that they only read about 20% of them … I’ve all read mine (with the exception of those in my TBR folder, which is currently brimming with A LOT of e-books).
What can I say? I READ WHEN I AM BORED.
Continue reading Reading As Therapy
I’ve been going through some tough sh*t lately (talk about an understatement) and ushered back all the demons of my past, hounding me and pushing me to my breaking point … a point that could have ended my life but I was too chicken to push through.
I have lost sight of who I am, what I am and what I truly want in my life. I’m on self-destruct and soon, all aspects of my life tasted the bitter effects of it. Tumbling down the wrong rabbit hole left me bruised and aching inside. I felt abandoned and so alone.
I hit my lowest point to date.
It’s uncontrollable and I hate it. I may not be a control freak, but having control of at least 60% of my life is a welcome respite compared to the chaos my emotional demons has caused. Continue reading A Time To Appreciate