We all wear a mask to the party. Less often than naught do we actually remove the mask or even the entire outfit and show our bare, vulnerable self. So never assume that the person who presents to you reveals their everything at all times.
Tag: my life
Love Letter #72 | Assaulted
My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Love Letter #59 | PTSD After Falling In the Pedestrian Crossing
As we start 2020, let us not focus on the negatives that slowed our progress. Let us, instead, focus on how we use trauma to push us into greater dealings.
May this new year find you or direct you in and towards greatness. May this new year see us conwuering fears, getting over hurdles and brushing that dirt off.
Let us not become victims of our hurt. Let us, instead, be triumphant.
Happy New Year.
Love Letter #57 |The Pedestrian Crossing Broke My Fall
There will come a time when you’ll fall and hurt yourself. It’s just a matter of if you get back up, get away from the situation, heal and make more movements.
Love Letter #31 | My life as a Sitcom III
Dear World, You are full of annoying surprises. I bleached in the library all night doing constructive work. I got quite a lot done, so it was only perfectly appropriate that I treat myself to a Juici breakfast. After all, I deserved it. Right? Right! As soon as the library closed, I headed over to…
The Suburban Girl JA 