Patience, my master.Suffering, my muse.Obsession, my dominant disposition.Vigilance, my protector. An opening arises,where I can finally rest my reins.But the moment of stillness never arrives,For legions of ghosts lurk beneath my skin,Unleashed from the archives of the past,Wearing the masks of who I used to be,Returning the burden which almost escaped me. If only I …
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The Intersection of Weather and Mental Health: Bipolar Disorder and Climate
Weather and climate significantly influence our daily lives, affecting everything from our physical activities to our mental health. For individuals with Bipolar Disorder (BD), the impact of these environmental factors can be particularly profound. This writing surveys the intricate relationship between weather, climate, and BD, exploring how these elements can influence mood, cognitive functions, and …
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The Grace of Accepting Fate
I have learned to live in chaos, become friends with demons of the past, live in parallel to afflictions. The inevitable vaporization into dust never absent from mind. Despite this, consistently finding time to unwind, with limitations on the extent to which I permit the tape of time to rewind. Reviewing with the intent to extract …
Reflecting Change
Discover what was written before the doors close once more, Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts fall to the floor. For what once lived is but a vapor; So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name, Do not entertain them by playing in their games. Instead, carry on like …
Untouched Imaginings
A culture of empiricism rooted in the credo that "seeing is believing,"While overlooking the suffering caused by errors of perceiving. Fitting into the correct narrative serves to mold what we believe and hold,While forming inner contradictions that accelerate the rate at which we grow old. Increased inflammation from working in a state of ceaseless agitation,Always …
Tracing the Echoes of Time
Frozen in the totality of the moment; Immersed in the memories that trace back to the beginning. Pieces of life dance upon me before taking flight. Those fragments dissolve into the forgotten known of night. I'm the one staring out the window, Seeking to decipher the code in the leaves' flow, As they gracefully sway …
Journeying in Search of More
My hands may always want to grasp, but someday they will collapse inward on themselves. From cradle to grave, we exist between these two modes that we romanticize into eventual somedays, in which we will finally find rest and stay, or at least that is what we pray. What a feat it is to hold …
Striving to Ascend
Upwards we strive, sweeping blunders aside. Inside hosts the rings that demarcate time. Nothing but bands of lines. Roots cling to the ground. Anchoring the emerging sprouts until they can finally stand. The moving winds serve a disruptor to nature’s plan. Aspiring for ascension to the sky sustains the plant's continual drive to climb.
A Two Sided Truth 