Melancholic Mama
Bio
I no longer know who I am, but I do know what I am
A mother and a wife
A woman lost in the sea of life
I don't know if I will ever be a who again, or if I am doomed to live the rest of my days as a mere what
Stories (9)
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Blue Butterfly Dreams
A butterfly. Not just any butterfly, though. She has seen this butterfly before. Electric blue, incandescent, intricately patterned wings, and a melodic song. She didn't know butterflies made sounds apart from the flapping of wings. She'd seen other butterflies before but never heard them, definitely not like this. The melody of its song was mesmerizing, it made her want to dance, but she decided to run instead.
By Melancholic Mama5 years ago in Fiction
Turning on the Lights
Sitting in the dark, figuratively speaking, feels like anxiety, fear, stress, and sorrow, to name a few. It can manifest in either chaos or stoicism. Regardless of how you manifest sitting in the dark, it is always disempowering. It can often lead to more stress, anger, and overwhelm if not complete apathy, self-pity, and resignation.
By Melancholic Mama5 years ago in Motivation
