As often happens, I was assigned a group project by a professor who is, in my opinion, more dysfunctional than I am. This project makes no sense to me and I would be lying if I said I weren't panicking, a lot. I usually write how NOT to guides, but in this case I myself … Continue reading How to Deal with Anxiety over a Project
After a very strong and long period of idealisation, I found myself in the opposite position with my partner: devaluation. I feel hurt, upset and alone. I know I shouldn't, yet I do. This is an adaptation of lyrics to a rap song I wrote, turned into poem, that expresses how I and many people … Continue reading Devaluation
I wrote this after one of the many panic attacks I had during lockdown. I hope you enjoy. She tried to take a deep breath, only to find it felt like a thousand needles pricking her lungs. Her head felt heavy, eyes droopy, as the sought after high kicked in.She was in excruciating pain. Not … Continue reading A panic Attack – Short Story
This illustration is dedicated to Alec Benjamin's song: "My mind is a prison". I find this song very relatable and hope you enjoy the illustration. "I don't live in California, I'll inform you, that's not where I reside.I'm just a tenant, paying rent inside this body and I,got two windows and those windows, well I'll … Continue reading “My mind is a prison”
This morning I went to an outlet complex with my mother. It was an altogether good experience (though I must say, crowded too) and I acquired a lot of nice clothes and shoes such as a pair of canvas sketchers and Desigual jeans. The weather was nice and the sky was promising. The forecast not … Continue reading An attempt at (dysfunctional) independence!
We were engulfed by the swirling halo of smoke from our cigarettes, slowly dissolving into nothingness. The sky was grey; the bleak horizon seemed to wash out all colours, leaving me with an ominous feeling in my chest. “Tell me you story.” He observed me carefully, eyes suspicious. I could feel his anxiety and watched … Continue reading Suffering
It is currently 11,45 PM, I've taken all my sleeping medication, yet I can't seem to fall asleep. Don't get me wrong, I feel exhausted and would wish for nothing more than a good night's sleep, but unfortunately this isn't the case and as soon as I put my head on the pillow I'm overwhelmed … Continue reading Sleeping… Or absence of such
This is how I felt during most of the lockdown. Empty, without the will to even get out of bed. Never have I spent so many hours gazing into nothingness. It was horrible... Dysfunctional Girl
Sometimes you're okay. Sometimes not. Today, I'm going to concentrate on the latter... This poem is about one of those moments, however, no matter how hopeless you feel, there's always hope. Run, I must run. Run. I'm running, life thrown at me as I glide through time, struggling to reach what is not possible to … Continue reading Run to the light
The past and (in some countries) current lockdowns have generated various mental health issues. Rates of depression, anxiety and paranoia are sky high, even in those who don't usually suffer from mental illness. This is not my case: well, I struggled a lot so it is, but I have a pre-existing condition which completely blew … Continue reading Surviving a Lockdown with BPD, relationship issues: dependency
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