a compassionate writer
Sometimes, I feel as though I’m floating endlessly through space. I have no destination, no planned course. My goal is nonexistent. I am just a being that exists in the vast, infinite universe that has some sense of consciousness, though this could be more or less than others. I have no purpose, no point, no reason. I just am.
What Brings You Joy?
What brings me joy? For the longest time, I just didn’t know. I would be happy for a moment and then it would slip away like I never had it in the first place. I struggled with this for so long because I saw everyone else around me filled with joy. My parents took me to therapy because I was drowning in temporary happiness that faded into long bouts of depression. I stayed in my room and hid from friends and found more comfort on my own. It was lonely, but I thought it was necessary.
A Ruined Wedding
Winnie looks at herself closely in the full body mirror. She’s been dreaming about this day for two years now, about walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress to spend the rest of her life with Scott, about celebrating the beginning of her new life with all of her friends and family. Today’s her wedding day, and she can’t describe how ready she is for this.