Reading has once taken me places I could never dream of going to, it had helped me grow in unprecedented ways, it had widened my horizons to faraway extents, and it heightened my capacity of understanding and taking in the intricacies of the world and people around me.
We’re that desperate to mark everything as permanent, to label everything ours. It foolishly but simply gives us a sense of belonging, a securing reassurance.
If you wish to serve women’s causes, you may as well dignify them from trying to equalize them with men. They are their own source of magic. “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” —Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.
The last few months have been losing months.. I cannot deny that to anyone, most of all to myself, but during those months I have endured what my past self wouldn't have endured one day through. If anything, this is giving me a little hope, that I do have what it takes, that I am of high durability and patience, just enough hope to continue...
Not like it's been 18 days since I've updated, but without going into too much detail, consider it a real-time representation of what it's like to be in a mental breakdown. That'll give you 5% of it. From where I left off, we were talking about starting out with 'a plan'. I read something in... Continue Reading →