The therapeutic value of diary writing.

The therapeutic value of diary writing.

“Writing is only boring to the people who are boring themselves.” ~ Anonymous

I don’t know if any of you have written diary entries before. But if you haven’t, you should start. Because writing is beautiful, it’s art. Writing down your emotions on a piece of paper makes your thoughts clearer and ends up making you feel better about yourself in ways you can’t possibly imagine. 

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The Dungeon.

The Dungeon.
  • I have a myriad of emotions within me. I don’t know what to make of them. The wall is back up again. The door is closed. I want to bang the door but I know it won’t open. I’m stuck here in a room with just one window open. Through which a ray of light shines like hope. Hope that everything will be okay. Hope that I’ll be fine. Hope that I’ll maybe see you again. Hope that this pain is temporary.

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Forgive me.

Forgive me.

 

I really wonder sometimes. About the fact that you care about me or not. The things you say show that you do but the things you do show that you don’t. I wonder whether I’ve done anything to deserve this hatred. Whether I’ve done anything to deserve everything you do to me. I tell you that I love you and you say you love me too. But are those just words to you? Because that is that the case with me. When I say “I love you”, I’m here to stay. I’m here for good. Through the fights and the rough times, I’m here. It’s not about the way you look but the way you are. The way you live your life. The way you complete mine. But lately, it has not been so. Your behavior towards me has changed. You say things you wouldn’t have if you actually cared. And at times like this, I wonder – do you really care or are you pretending?

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