In this world, there is so much going on. Sometimes my vision and focus are blurry. So here I am, attempting to make sense of the violence! It would be considered selfish of me to write only for people who share my sentiments and not about issues that could change the world. Consequently, this 

You should not blog! For them, that is! For those who desire to restart their lives! And the one for me...who lost sight of the significance of words and the meaning that lies between sounds!

For teenagers and young adults who have experienced internal suffering, I wish to publish a blog! Whatever name you give it, despair, anxiety, BPD concerns, or even just inadvertent internal screams! In the end, it breaks you a thousand times, not just once. 

"I compose poetry. I produce narratives. I make an effort to convey the resolute sensation I'm experiencing. It occasionally undergoes alterations. I'm concerned that no one will comprehend. The only person who has ever experienced the same thing is what is inside of me. I know that no one will ever feel exactly the same as myself. What if, though, I don't even exist? Like I sense my mind's intricacy, but I decide to 

not utilize a portion of it. I don't believe I ever yell or truly cry. I simply expel the wonderful things I come across, but they gradually start to dwindle. I've almost fallen for their and my mind's tricks. I've been treating us in this way since when? I used to say us, when did I stop? You're sound sleeping. I'm fast asleep. I need to get up.

I was the type of person who constantly made plans and mental maps for how to improve my life, my actions, and my way of living. I always had a plan, but I never followed it through. similar to authoring a book. Every time I tried to write a fantastic story, the Everyone congratulated me in the beginning, so the end never materialized. I experienced a lot while I was young.

through poor mental health, a severe identity crisis, and a difficult journey to find myself. But in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: this is the first time I'm following through on a plan I created; it's the first time I'm pursuing my passion. I am beginning to appreciate life.