If who you are is what you have and what you have is lost then who are you?
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
10:14PM.
In bed.
Alone.
Feels like vomiting.
I am not happy.
I don’t feel good.
Identity crisis?
I don’t know.
It feels like I’m being stabbed by a blunt force, not exactly sure what it really is.
It feels like someone has deliberately put a concrete on top my chest and I can’t get it off no matter how much I try, no matter which side of the bed i toss into.
I tried deep breath in hope of respite.
I tried talking myself into eating self motivation, high calorie intellectual diet.
I am so so so … not happy!
I just want to scream it out loud.
That’s all.
Consider these empty, meaningless, tasteless, pitiful and silent word-cry — me shouting on top of my close-to-collapse-dying-lungs.
I want to get it out of my system.
I need some sort of echo chamber to contain these thoughts into.
To cleanse myself.
To walk away.
In hope that eventually — everything will be just okay.
Everything does.
I’m okay, I feel okay.
Time to close the chapter for today.
Namaste.