I always thought holes are meant to be filled, voids are meant to be occupied and life is meant to be fun and get going.
But when I am drowning in my emotions, no such ideas give me a punch to wake up!
Woke up from that deadly dream, where all the doors are closed, anxiety steps in, makes me feel naked, gets inside me and then keeps torturing me until
Until I water my own roots with my tears.
Until I make myself forget, it’s a feeling then why the hell does it come back every single time?
Every single time I want to be better, better than who I was yesterday
A better daughter
A better sister
A better girlfriend
A better human being
Why does it always catch me from behind and stops me to be who I really am?
When I say Art is a therapy, Yes it is.
Your tears need papers, your emotions need words and Your anxiety needs company.
It can be a person or an Art,
Write it down
Scream it out loud
Feel it in the music
Please, please, let it out.
It’s a void I don’t know how to fill.
Can I even fill it?
It keeps pouring in, I keep getting hurt
But now when I feel it
I let it out of my heart, my home and myself.
It’s still a void that cannot be filled.
We just passed Mental Health Day, it was quite a talk in the city, but what NOW?
– Anxiety Day 1