Sunt doi ani de cand nu am mai scris. Scriu in romana, si mi-e drag de ma topesc. Voi face greseli si zau ca nu imi pasa. Vreau sa va povestesc de cum am simtit ca mi se ineaca plamanii de aerul greu, in prima zi. De cum au durut prima imbratisare cu Bucurestiul, si … Continue reading
What we truly believe in, shall never deceit us, shall never leave us, shall never be lost. Continue reading
What we shall find at the end of our day’s or life’s living, is what we’ve deliberately chosen to put effort into, to make time, hold space and grow heart for.
It is perhaps by holding the space required for acceptance. It is perhaps by reflecting upon everything you’ve known to be yours and you, and by watching in wonder how all has been, for one more time, transformed. Perhaps by letting it all be. Re-newed. Re-vitalized. Re-interpreted. Re-sensed.
So much of the new can be brought to life only by accepting its inevitable coming into existence. Continue reading
Depression is a demon and an angel twingled in the most spine chiling dance you’ve ever seen. Continue reading
Stand up and pull the curtains wide open.
You don’t have to do it all alone. You are not alone. It’ll take you immense strength and brevity to ask for help. You can do it, though. Answer that phone call. You can’t today? It’s all right. Try again tomorrow. Your friend is still there. Your love is willing to stand by you for a lifetime. It’s YOU who must trust. Continue reading
Did you know that at least 350 million people live with depression, and that it is the leading cause of disability worldwide in terms of total years lost due to disability? Did you know that because of the stigma that is often still attached to depression, many fail to acknowledge that they are ill, and do not seek treatment? Did you know that almost 1 million people take their own lives each year, and that for every person who commits suicide, there are 20 or more who make an attempt? This is one of the conversations that matters to me today. Continue reading
I feel it will be hard to get to a full stop this morning. Yet I’d promised myself I would write, every week. No matter if I felt I could, no matter if I felt I wanted to, no matter if I felt scattered, no matter if I had no coherence – as I seem not to have now. It is all because I LOVE writing. It has become a form of therapy for me. It made me find out how fascinating words and meanings are. It has become my voice. It has remained a constant in my life, even when – or especially when – it was silenced. Continue reading
The voice cannot possibly betray. It’s linked to the soul. (…) So the singer remains true to this feeling, and his voice carries us there… Soft and deep, melancholy and painfully sober. Continue reading
Accepting life and accepting yourself in sober entirety. Accepting a reality that is painful, very painful. Hardly ever seen. Merely understood. Yet so vibrant, so potent, so no BS.
You see, there is the other side of every situation in life. Each moment of excitement holds in it the risk of free falling. Each moment of despair then, hold in it your chance of being redeemed. Continue reading