Insanity at its best
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I write to heal my mind. I write to help others heal their minds. I only want to bring peace to a chaotic world.
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A walk with the darkness
I learned years ago not to put all of my thoughts into the digital realm. Especially when I am not in my right mind. It seems when I take drugs another side of me surfaces and many things start to happen at once. The one thing that happens is my thoughts become confusing. I then begin to have dreams every time I close my eyes. Sometimes I feel as though the dreams are visions of a future that is unclear. Other times it is like I am somewhere else completely. There are times when I felt like my eyes were opened while dreaming because I felt awake in the dream itself. I don't remember what I was doing before the dream started and I wake up expecting to be in the same location I was in during the dream but I'm not. It is a strange feeling to have. You wake up disassociated from the reality you last remembered.
By Insanity at its best4 years ago in Confessions
Insanity at it best
I have always felt like the past was nothing more than a dream. The memories that shape me, mold me into who I am and what I believe. Life is a mosaic of images and feelings that offer a truth about how I got here, even if details are blurred with time. As the years pass, I realize, I am nothing more than the experiences that made me into who I am. I know there is pain in life but growing from that pain can lead you to who you are as a person. I learned this lesson long ago.In my darkest memories where the pain is deepest that lesson sits. I sat and listened when the world spoke. I watched and waited for the truth to show itself. I survived the obstacles placed within my path because I refused to stop or give up even though there were times when I wanted too. Plenty of times the emotional pain was greater than the physical pain. Plenty of times I wanted to end my life. Plenty of times I tried and failed.
By Insanity at its best4 years ago in Journal
Insanity at its best
Tears rolled down her little pink cheeks. She was hunched over in a ball in the back corner of the hotel's stairwell. If only the school bus would show up, then she could escape the pain at least for a few hours. She was hiding from him, hoping he wouldn't find her in time. She was only four years old but in her mind she felt much older.
By Insanity at its best4 years ago in Psyche
