...dear diary, the weight of everything buried beneath the surface of my skin might lure me to lean in the chaos that comes with uncertainty but I am eager to worship the dying day in gratitude. ...a month

...dear diary, before the usual Sunday morning routine which tackling a week's pile of laundry and the never-ending general cleaning, I thought I sneak by and leave a trail of my oozing words. ...the hour

...dear diary, it's a minute since I allowed myself to come here. I am penning this from a dim bedroom enduring the third blackout this week whilst cursing inwardly softly even as I hold unimaginable gratitude

Dawn is here and the cycle of a new day is already in play and like yesterday and the day before, it has some familiar demands. The mechanical bits are functional thanks to caffeine and the mothering persona

...dear diary, after lurking in what can only be a scribe's bathyal zone, words are being reborn at midnight on the 3rd of September. To be honest, my pens have weighed more than they should during the

...dear diary, the eighth trip around the moon is almost coming to a full circle and I am still struggling to quantify where time has disappeared to. I must have been sucked into doing life through my

This is my first time engaging with this community thanks to an invite from a good friend @trucklife-family and from the looks of the topic, I might be staying for a while... 🔆 I feel like every self-aware

I have deviated from the path laid before me by my intuition and my energy is dwindling. What looked good and felt safe no longer does and my higher self is waking up to the betrayal of my shedding self.

...dear diary, the week must be exhausted from carrying me and my yet-to-retreat anxiety and she's handing me and my burdens to the incoming weekend and I think the fear of what could go wrong won't leave

...dear diary, in a lethal turn of events, the weight of the world has shifted from the tectonic plates and found a new home within my bones. The blue of the day sky gave in to the dark of this endless

I have chosen to post this on my blog solely as I might break some rules if I post it on the available communities. This is a rant so if you have enough on your mind, kindly scroll past as it is also my

...dear diary, the weekend started on a chilly note and the overlooked laziness that comes with it has me between my duvets past two in the afternoon. The coffee mug standing on my lamp desk can attest

In a wild healing way, everything buried here is awakening. An inexperienced self-love is sprouting at the edges of my bruised soul and through the obvious pain, I can glimpse at the other side of my idea

...dear diary, in a familiar but oddly unique way, the night has blanketed everything on its path and history has claimed another day of engaging in mundane activities. ...the shell that is my exhausted

This is a letter to anyone read me who is embarking on a mission to execute every strategy there is to better oneself over trying to mentally perfect it. I will be the first to admit that I have this obsession

...dear diary, the seventh month of the year continues to unfold and I am mourning the loss of what I thought life would be as we speak. Every new day calls for the unceremonious burial of these withering

...dear diary, July's wrath has forced everything to fold freezing and I am having interesting conversations with my mind. Care to eavesdrop? Some uninformed decisions of yesterday are resurfacing as today's

...dear diary, this extract is an attempt to reflect and therapeutically feel my emotions through this art. I have had the pleasure of having a challenging life but somehow writing became the magic that

It is so common for me to pen pieces of poetry or prose and leave them in my drafts unsure how they fit on these timelines or what to title them. I also feel like my work dilutes with every edit which

...dear diary, my wish to stay at the feet of my inkpot and let it wash away my seasonal worries is sometimes taken away by the weight of my parental responsibilities partially enabled by my perfectionist