We all want someone to protect us.

I have never been good at setting boundaries. I never really knew I had them. Until my world came crashing down.

Being in therapy helps to figure out why this happens

I am battling to find me in my photos. They all feel like I randomly clicked on some buttons, and choose something that I can live with
instead of Love.

This sort of symbolises how I feel about myself at the moment. I don’t know who I am. I feel like this needy, whiny person.

Human identity is the most fragile thing that we have, and it’s often only found in moments of truth.

Alan Rudolph

For too long I have been a human doing. Going through the motions because I have to. The motions sort of kept me going.

It is like riding a bike. As long as keep on going the chances of falling down are slim.

Or so I thought.

6 years ago I was forced to take some time off. It was the worst time, feeling completely out of control.

Unfortunately, I had to take some time off again. I am disapointed with myself. Disapointed that I didn’t see the signals. Disapointed that I have to admit that I can’t do this being thing on my own.

May this be my reminder that life is fragile but still worth it.

“The beginning is always today.”

― Mary Shelley

I have started this blog over and over and over again. I am battling to put thoughts on paper because life felt kinda meaningless.

It’s been 6 years since I have been diagnosed with Depressive disorder, PTSD and Avoidant personality disorder. It has made my life absolute fun. This past Thursday was the first time in 6 years that I wanted to celebrate. The first time that I wanted to really stand still and look back and be happy with the person I am becoming.