hours daaaays have been bizarrely restless for me.
I was up and down the emotional roller coaster for apparently no reason.
Sometimes I felt like I was stuck in quicksand that was taking me in deeper and deeper. Other times I knew the only person who can help me is my own self. Trust me, I tried everything I could. I tried reading the unfinished book, constantly flipped through TV channels, aimlessly wandered the mall, and tried to find anything that might consume my time.
When nothing helped….I did what I do best in such situations.
I cried and I wrote.
I wrote and I cried.
I wrote because that was the only anti-drug left. When I can’t give voice to feelings, I write. And I write until there is nothing left to say.
Sometimes life is not all happy-happy journey. Not at all!
In fact, most of the prettiest flowers are the ones with the thorns.
When you do come across such flowers (& their thorns), remember that ‘what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger…‘