I reached the summit of my disorders and it's time to start the climb down.
The oddest things are beginning to catch my attention once again, an inconsequential lyric, a new taste or a new shade in the sky. I am living in my own hyperreality.
Today morning I woke up in panic wondering what was lined up for the day, and I realised, absolutely nothing.
This past month I have felt a hundred emotions and I have so much to tell you all.
Through these years, I found that friendships are demanding, they are hard. They end when you take them for granted. But, ironically it's the friendships you can take for granted which last the longest.
I have always been 'aunty' in the first definition, but today I am also an 'aunt'.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
If someone wants to chart my progress, this is where I am right now.
There are two things I haven't experienced in my life till now that the majority might have felt at some point, one is inspiration and the other is Chickenpox.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I am Crazy and you are?"