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.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I am Crazy and you are?"
I think I finally mustered up the courage to knock on Life's door, before I used to let it find me, waiting by the window.
I buckled myself in, in January and decided to brave the height.
Like how some heroes have superpowers that include heightened senses, I got high anxiety.
If my life was a book I wish this lion would be on my cover. Since I want a similar book cover I hope I have a life that represents it.
My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
Returning is always better than leaving.
Do you know how it feels to realise that all you've been trying to do all your life is looking for validation in your own eyes?