Thinking, Feeling And Everything

Thinking or over thinking is something else
The worst is when you're so done and dead with your mind that you just want to cease everything. Thinking, feeling, everything.

You want to lock yourself inside a room and shut all doors and just pray that people don't knock in, because that "what's wrong?" is the last thing you'd want to hear at that point of time. People are the best imagery anyone could ever talk about.

They image love, image care, concern, trust, understanding and a lot of those terms which go super heavy on your heart.

But then the days I'm talking about are the days you're confused. When there's an ocean of happenings and mishappenings and you don't know if you'd want to float on the top and keep yourself aloof, or rather drown and know too much of it all.

One kills you in anxiety and the other chokes you to death and you, you can't really tell the difference.

Maybe, just maybe, this is why self love is so important.
Cause at the end of the day when you're sinking on your bathroom floor witnessing your life falling apart right in front of your eyes, it's you who you have. Just you.

All those promises of togetherness and support and more of those terms again, heavy on your heart, suddenly grow translucent and blurry and all you can rightly see is yourself. Not the people-portrayed-criticized-self-image of you, but the real and vulnerable you.

It's again you to pick yourself up, pat your own shoulder and fake a smile just to show up to the world that you're doing fine.

It's always been you.
-Anoushka.