Category: diary-entry
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I feel as though I am seen as the person miles away from who I am. I’m seen as someone who doesn’t question things, who copes, who doesn’t complain too much, who only shares her opinion when asked and knows when to stop sharing. Whether I’m seen as that person by design to protect myself…
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Everything I enjoy feels like a lie. It feels as though I’m acting out a script I didn’t write or have a say in but find myself acting it out anyway. Everything feels rehearsed. “Do I even like this?” Or do I just like the idea of being someone who does? Flowers, music, clothes, books…
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I’m going to call myself a liar. I was going to start this the same way I start every entry lately, that I can’t write, that I don’t know what to write about. But the truth is, I have been avoiding writing and feeling. I have been so busy with life that I just refused…
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I have been struggling with what I want to write about for weeks. Which makes sense now because I don’t think I understood what I was actually feeling. I’ve been wanting to reflect on something. To write an essay. But nothing has felt inspiring. My brain hasn’t felt stimulated or much… Satisfaction? Satisfaction with any…
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Authors Note: I almost didn’t share this.It feels unfinished. Messy. A little too close to the surface. These are entries written across a few weeks. Captured as they happened, without much editing or distance. This space was never meant to be filled with polished thoughts or neat conclusions.It’s meant to hold moments like this –…
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The scariest thing about change is that it’s irreversible. You probably read that twice. Or maybe a handful of times. Or even just stared at it and spiralled, if you’re anything like me. My initial thought was ‘nothing is irreversible’ but… I couldn’t think of a single situation. Literally speaking, you can turn a light…
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Okay. I’m going to say it. The term grief is weird. An umbrella term to describe a complex mix of emotions that come with losing something or someone – because it’s not just sadness is it? It’s anger, laughter, emptiness, loneliness, happiness. And what’s even weirder? Grieving something you’ll never know could’ve been real. I’m…
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I’m currently going through a period of big change in my life and with it there’s a quiet hope – a hope for happiness. Which is weird. Because I don’t know who I am if I’m not sad and I’m not sure if I want to know the happy version of me. I would say…
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I climbed a mountain today.There was no view waiting for me.There was no relief when I reached the top.Instead I asked,What now? Now. I feel stuck here.There’s no way down.There’s only up.Still. I thought I reached the top.Turns out, there’s more. The air around me is suffocating.Maybe I could justJump.Off the edge. I can’t see…
Becoming, Lucy 