Tears be the medicine!

Hey people!

What is up?

This Sunday let's talk about something we never really talk about.

Grief!

Sometimes we need to just grieve.

In a busy world where we have time for a Snapchat and a swipe-up on Instagram, I don't think you've grieved.

Some things happened that made you want to cry.

But you held up.

You wanted to pretend that you're strong.

It's okay to feel broken once in a while.

It's okay to not want to mend the broken thing.

It's okay to just sit and cry.

We'll make time for your loss.

You lost a part of you that made you happy.

Grieve.

Give yourself a chance to say goodbye.

Someone who's your person isn't your person anymore?

Grieve.

Things are getting hard and heavy?

Take a moment.

Breath.

Yell.

Not working?

Cry dammit.

The very first thing that you do when you come into this earth is cry.

Then why the hell not let it be a constant emotion, a part of your life?

It's okay to grieve.

Yes, you must take some time to cry.

Heartaches for a reason buddy.

Let the tears be the medicine for once.

FYI, I ain't hurting. I feel things and deal with them the way that suits me and my situation. I am just good with the stuff that involves emotions. And yes, I love to write about it. That doesn't mean I am in depths of distress and need of pity.

This isn't about me. This is about us, ignoring the fact that we need to acknowledge the pain in the right way!

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NOT-A-DAMN-THING.

So yeah! After a gigantic gap, here I am with absolutely nothing. Hmm. Where to start? Where to start?? Well, we’ll start from the beginning — a very good place to start. Over the years, I’ve been asked why I stopped writing. I was told that if you’re preaching something, you’d better be doing it first. I know. What a moron! I’m 26 now. Time is a very cruel thing. I feel 19, but I’m 26, and my body seems to be functioning like 58 , while my health feels closer to 70. I’m now scared of everything. No longer the baddie on the street — just bad at everything. Enough of the self- loathing, though. But damn, I’ve become good at it. I always was. Why am I writing this? No idea. What is this about? NOTHING. I’ve been watching Seinfeld and Gilmore Girls on repeat lately. I stopped writing altogether. No journals, no blogs, no captions, and definitely no late- night quotes in my notes. Not writing felt like Jess screaming. And for everyone asking about it, my response would be something like:...

Where I belong.

Where I belong. I didn't realize that I had to run To find a place to call it mine, To call it home. My heart was racing faster than my legs. Out I was right into the woods, Right into the darkness, Right into the horizon. Wandering with a map and a compass. I wanted to walk but my legs wanted to run.. I was wandering, running and searching to a place where I belong I was in search of a better place, better space but all I got was a bitter fall on my face. I got up. I'm afraid that I would run far far far away towards the North searching for a place where I belong. But I ended up realizing the road is my home and that's where I belong.

Let's just focus..

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