Decisions.
Making them is my weakness and they have always been. My anxiety makes it that much harder to decide on anything. The bigger the decision is, the more heightened my anxiety gets and the heavier it weighs on me.
Anxiety is debilitating. It's a plague that has anchored and crippled me for most of my life. I can't even decide if I should seek professional help or overcome it naturally but it will take enormous amount of effort to slowly defeat it on my own. See? Even that I can't decide.
I've realized fear is a constant that's holding me back. The root of my anxiety and depression.
Fear of rejection. Fear of regret. Fear of humiliation. Fear of being wronged. Fear of people's perception of me. Fear of not being good enough.
Most of the time it's these fears that drive me to cling onto unnecessary weights, rendering me unable to let go of these anchors and truly embrace my inner strength and potential to be who I really am. To be able to live outside of the boundaries my fears have defined for me and reach greater heights of my capabilities.
I know it will be a long and difficult road before I can completely break myself out of the prison of my own mind. But one thing's for sure, I should start by taking a step forward, face my fears and take action, no matter how small. Maybe documenting my daily achievements might help motivate me, knowing that I can slowly see the direction I am heading.
Penning this down already alleviates my anxiety slightly. I guess I should also start addressing my fears and penning them down to see more clearly that they are in fact insignificant. Rather than having them plague my mind and send it spiraling through a black hole.
Here's to committing to start making a change in myself.
Here's to overcoming my fears in baby steps.
Here's to liberation.
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves - Henry David Thoreau
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Maybe
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Maybe
Our paths were crossed;
But our trajectories were different.
Maybe
Our time has past;
Our time has past;
And two halves will never be whole.
-WM-
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Saturday, February 18, 2017
Warm Summer Breeze
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The universe seems to align itself for us
Yet, it is never quite where it should be.
It was fate, our meeting
Perhaps it is our time that has misaligned
But perhaps, our stories would have played out differently
should we wish for time to right itself.
Maybe every piece of our life is in its place
Laid out for us to trail this path if we choose to
To discover the marvels of our union.
Just hold my hand through this journey
Let us sail with the warm summer breeze that has whispered
through our course
It doesn't matter where it takes us
Or how far it travels
As long as I'm with you.
-WM-
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