...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, September 13, 2011

I was on the Mangrove River Tour, Cherating last Saturday night.
The fireflies were few but just as mesmerizing.

It was so quiet.
My first time being so intimate with Nature.

I whispered to my friend, "This is ideal for meditating."
She nodded.

Everything was so still.
Peaceful.
So overwhelming that I felt out of place.
I could feel the pollutants of my troubles.
A very humbling experience indeed.

2 comments:

AnonymousTuesday, 13 September, 2011
Love how you described your troubles as 'pollutants'. Depression indeed pollutes the mind.
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cendolicWednesday, 14 September, 2011
thanks for leaving a comment, it'd be nice to know who u are.
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