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A Case of “Bottled Feelings”

Don’t look back if…

Been there a couple of times throughout my lifetime and damn them all! HAHAHA! Just kidding. You know what’s the most valuable lesson I’ve learned after experiencing all of that?

“Never ever take it personally if someone doesn’t pursue you.”

Read this entry in one of my favorite websites and your head and heart will be cleared of unnecessary thoughts. Or if you can’t relate but you know someone in your life that badly needs support, share this!

 

via When A Guy Likes You But Just Doesn’t Like You Enough | Thought Catalog

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8 Ways Life Sucks The Hell Out Of You

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“Every feeling has a place…and please give it a place”- RENEE WADE | Photo by DOMINIC PALMA

 

Throwback Thursday: Devastating Depression

The story behind this was too painful to tell.

All I can say is it felt like you were dragged to the bottom of a cold pool. You were trying to ask for help, but no one can hear you. You can’t even utter a single syllable. You can’t shout. Your mouth was close shut. Your chest was burning with pain. You want to tear yourself apart.

A really hard story to narrate.

But…I am over it now. With the help of God and with my loved ones who hold on to me during my darkest hours, I got through.

What was your depression story? You can share if you want to. The comment’s section is yours…

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I created this one day when my heart was too broken to feel, and my eyes were too tired to cry. IN THE MIDST OF MY MOST DEVASTATING DEPRESSION.
Conversations that make you go hmmm…

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Via The Minds Journal

WHY

When I was 16, I outcried.
In front of hundreds of people
listening to me, I said that
I love him.
I uttered it in a language
he can understand.
He was sitting from faraway
with his arms crossed on his chest.
And when he stood up, I knew he
recognized himself through my metaphors.

I was 16 back then,
very young and naive.
But I already knew
that speaking your feelings out
is important and vital.
I know I was brave.
I know I did the right thing.

Now, in my present life,
I passed by people.
People who are much
older than 16.
With very high walls
and tough shields.
Who are too afraid
of vulnerability.

I watch as to how much love
is lost along the way.
How they can’t see
the sparkling dust of euphoria
in their hands.
They’re all letting it slip away.

I can see the magnetic force
between their glances.
I can hear the loud thumping of their hearts
when they touch.
I can feel the rhapsody when they see
each other smile.
But, still,
they walk away.

I watch all of them
with one pressing question
in my mind.
WHY?

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Now in The Artidope

 

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