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The Imperfect Day. Top Story - February 2024.
The volume on the TV can never be left on an odd number; always even. Doors have to be fully shut or wide open, and the blinds have to be down below past the window seal, but not quite sitting on the radiator. Everything has to be a certain way, if not–chaos. When the routine breaks, it’s as if I break. Every piece of me becomes riddled with anxiety accompanied by the pain of uncertainty; a loss of control beyond my reach.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Fiction
Thieves of My Sanity . Content Warning.
In the wake of a windy storm, I gave birth to my second son. The windows of the labour ward rattled against strong gales, letting slithers of cold air breeze through, but despite this, there was stillness and calm inside. I felt like I had completed what I was set out to do, achieved my purpose as a mother of two wonderful boys. Who knew something so tiny and so small could take such a big space in my heart?
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Confessions
A Cup of Tea with Death
I can never just stop... thinking. Unwanted distractions miss ideas, unexpected interruptions, then lose those ideas. My sense of time vanishes, nevermind that I'm always looking at the clock. I watch the seconds tick away as my mind struggles to keep hold of reality. The list of things to be done, the endless phone calls that must be made, the dinner we will have for that very evening. As such, I am unwillingly thrown into a state of paralysis, unable to bypass the feeling of wanting to do everything; yet reduced to doing nothing.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Journal
Ripples in Reality . Top Story - November 2023.
Sometimes I do not know whether my life is a never-ending dream or a heartbreaking reality. On Wednesdays, I feel normal, whatever that normal may be. On Mondays I feel like a villainous imposter sent to destroy everything in my lonely path, yet, come Friday I feel like a beloved victorious hero set to conquer the world for the better, for the good. I feel as if I am both, maybe all, yet equally neither. Some days I feel everything, other days I feel absolutely nothing. Either which when I do, I feel it all entirely and yet, not at all. To remain myself, whomever I may be, I balance delicately between being present, to then dissociating altogether.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Journal
The Spooky Craft of Ghost Hunting
Ever had something strange happen to you that you can't explain? Do you wake up at 3am for absolutely no reason? Have you ever experienced that feeling of being watched when you are on your own? Well, it might be time to do a spot of ghost hunting.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in FYI
