...in my Broken Pieces of Clarity....

I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

The above pic was taken one early morning.

I witnessed an elderly man transporting his heavy wares on bicycle.

I always feel very humbled when I see how people are striving hard for life, playing their cards the best possible.

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Clarity is a rare luxury in my life. My very own mind betrays me.

It sends me self-destructive information,causing me to be lost in the ruins of my actions.

I have more appointments with the psychiatrists than with friends.

This blog helps me remember who I am and the dangers that lurk inside of me.

I thank you for your readership.Your presence here makes me feel less alone.

I now live my life imitating the words of Tom Hanks in Castaway-

“I know what I have to do.I have to keep breathing.

And tomorrow the sun will rise, who knows what the tide will bring in.”