Now a prisoner of my thoughts hoping to be freed soon.
Wandering around aimlessly waiting to be rescued.
Crying and screaming for help but no one could hear me.
Still tried to be hopeful but as the day goes by, my hope dashes into the thin air.
Became silent and they called it pride, played and laughed more they called me noisy, tried smiling, they called it fake, cried and they called me weak, now I choose not to care, they call me wicked, disrespectful, and useless.
What then do I need to do?
Not even a soul could see the pains in my eyes &smiles. rather, they saw all the wrongs.
It is eating me inside-out.
Drained is how I feel (mentally / Emotionally )
Initially, when it all started I didn’t know what to call it but I knew I never liked or understood how I felt. All I knew was that I was tired and I wanted to go home. My sanity is what I call home.
A lot of people get into this messy state, it's okay, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so and mind you, the only journey is the journey within, some of us are lucky enough to find our way back home while some end it right there, but that doesn't mean they weren't strong, they probably just forgot that giving up should never be an option. I will list a few ways to help heal this state;
1)Detach yourself psychologically
2)Take a break
3)Get more sleep
4)Control (choose how to spend your time and
do things the way you want to do them)
5)Talk to someone.
I hope these stated above will be of help to anyone in this state. Thanks for reading through🥰and to my new readers you’re welcome to “ a talk with pecky”🤝 ❤️🥰Thanks once again and bye 👋