Ride on

With all the calmness she could afford, she picked up the pace. She made sure that she mastered enough calmness she needed for her to stay on truck. All that was streaming from the realization she had made. As a result it paved way to the trajectory that she had long strayed away from. The whole time she was so lost, she had been approaching it from the wrong direction. It was a daunting hell and now she gave a sigh of relief.

It was during an era where almost every human had surprisingly been taken over with an obsession of healing and curbing anxiety. Healing and curbing anxiety was honestly a good spot worth obsessing over. It was a beautiful sight to see, the shift.

Well she had experienced her fair deal of anxiety and depression. Mostly, her episodes sprung from the wounds that lay deep inside her unattended. Inadvertently she would constantly prick them, enhancing the depth and intensifying the pain. Worse off she would nudge at her traumas, unaware she even had them.

She would constantly say to herself, “probably death will be more calming,” but really how was that even going to be possible with all the waves and noises she was yet to silence. Woefully, she had long given up.

It was time to put in the work. The world wasn’t going to stop for her. Whether she chose to frown at everything the world shoved her way, whether she chose to fight or whether she chose the slow death she was on, the world simply did not give any hoots. This was that sort of journey one decided on their own the manner they wanted the ride to go. And so she set on.

She embarked on it with all her might. Aware that it was going to be one bumpy rough ride. A journey that simply started with acceptance that there were aspects in her beautiful mess she needed to work on. She also was pretty much aware that financially she was at a worse place so therapy was nowhere close to being part of her cruise. The big ball with all it’s might was entirely in her court.

She deserved a calm mind. She deserved a life worth reminiscing over. She wanted to raise a generation that will be rooted in love because she was family oriented. At the end of it all when she had finally served her purpose and ready to cross over to the next world, she deserved heading their in peace confident that she had truly lived.

Currently she is moving and marveling at all the good things that path has to offer. She’s mastered to float pretty much okay when the waves come raging.

Well, it is pretty much okay and humane to be stuck in a dark place, just do not get comfortable renting that bad space, put in the work and move.