The Soul Whisperer
Bio
I’m very much passionate about mental health but aim to branch out to other topics also, I hope you enjoy my content! (:
Stories (11/0)
The bookshelf
There comes a time in life, almost all of the time... Where you’re forced to make a choice. It could be as small as what outfit to wear in the morning or what route to take home. Some, spend milliseconds over the debate. They dismiss it like it’s an inconvenience in their day. These are the carefree kind, the live in the moment wildchilds. Although sometimes it’s a deep fear of never finding out what they truly want, because they never spend more than 3 seconds thinking about it.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Motivation
Something new and something blue
For once the reason I stopped writing for a while was a positive one, I’ve been so wrapped up with making changes in my life. I needed one of those spring cleans but for my mind instead, instead of the empty water bottles on the side cabinet it was negative thoughts and doubt lingering in the air. You could say it was just a mess.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Night Rider
It’s a quiet Sunday evening in Japan and a family are gathered around a table, singing “Happy Birthday” to their daughter. The cake in front of her is delicately layered with fudge and sat together in the very centre are two candles, a number “1” and “0”. On the edge there is a rich cream swirled all around, with fresh sliced strawberries sitting perfectly on top. Everyone is cheering except the only eldest son “Katsumi” who staggers upstairs, unimpressed by it all.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Criminal
Mental health uncovered
People are speaking a lot more about mental health and it’s great. Sadly it’s just not the way I expected. Society is leaning towards sugar coating the whole idea of it like it’s some misconception we fumbled across. A piece of gum found under a desk that had been stuck there weeks ago.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
Adding some BLC (Body Loving Care) into my life
Growing up I was always told by my dad to “lose weight” “eat more fruit” “be more like so and so”... I came to terms with the fact that I would never be good enough, whatever that meant. I was far from confident and most definitely ate food for comfort. I absolutely hated my image and pictures were a painful reminder for me every time. My brother who I had been living with throughout my childhood also had joined the team and constantly made fun of my weight. There clearly wasn’t anything more amusing than to make me miserable.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Longevity
“I didn’t realise”
The younger version of me didn’t realise. I always seemed to shrug it off as “one of those days”. I started to realise my love for sleep wasn’t out of laziness, it wasn’t solely because I was overly active that day. It was because I was emotionally and mentally drained; to the point where I just didn’t want to be awake anymore. I stayed in my room a lot, mostly because I felt the constant urge to be alone. To be away from everything. I felt even more miserable in school because I was the complete opposite of “the popular girl”. I was the quiet one and whenever I did speak it was to show I was present to the teacher taking the register. I lost my mother to her drinking problem aged 13 and I didn’t realise that played a big part until now. You always think you’re okay until you’re not. We had a very close bond. I remember never wanting to sleep in my own bed, she used to tell me that I had to sooner or later. Sooner came and she ended up actually wanting me to sleep in her bed. I’d wait for that knock to come every night. It’s sweet memories like these I long for. I used to sing to her like there was a live talent show in our living room and she’d always respond with an applaud and a warm smile. Even though I was honestly terrible at it. We used to bake shortbread biscuits and chocolate cornflake cupcakes together sometimes after I’d finish school. I’ve always had a love for cooking because of her, she let me be creative. She let me be me.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
The Dark Night Rider
Sounds of dark, sinister notes filled the studio room. A song her fingertips have played one too many times. A glass of red wine almost finished, resting on top of the piano. With a perfectly round rim of residue sitting beneath. Her eyes frown as she plays. As if she had been told some concerning news, or was playing in front of her parents; who were narcissistic and always dismissed her. Suddenly, the music stops. Like a foreigner walking into a bar in a new town. Her face glances up as she takes a deep breath and swigs the remaining wine left in her glass.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Criminal
The awakening
It’s crazy how the mind is able to unlock parts you never knew were there, you feel almost separate from it like a mechanic learning their way around a car. Finding new parts and mastering the skill of maintaining it. Because you, the soul inside is conscious that you have the ability to break out of that negative bubble, that you’re stronger than the evil little man in your head. You’ve built up so much strength from waves of not wanting to be alive, numerous nights wondering what the hell your purpose is in life. Nothing ever felt worth it so you begun to stop seeing colours which left your mind in a dull, senseless world. But then you realise that everything comes from you, you decide and create opportunities for yourself. You’ve spent so many years trying to kick down the door only to find you had the key all along. The awakening begins at this very moment. Everything that brought you down is now in the palm of your hands. And this moment right here is compelling, it’s like a higher force has finally noticed you and handed over the power to feel alive. The power to be happy again.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
“It’s not you, it’s me...”
We’ve all heard that line; “it’s not you, it’s me”. And I don’t mean the typical excuse to get away from that creepy tinder date you’ve been meaning to get rid of. I’m talking about dealing with mental health in general when you’re in a relationship. If you’re lucky enough the person is supportive and understanding and everything you wanted but of course the overthinking kicks in. “Do they pity me? “I can tell they’re getting frustrated with me” “f*ck it, I should give up and never let anyone in again”. All these statements whirl around your head and at the time it makes sense.
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
The “S” word
Your mind probably jumped straight to the word “sex” but that’s definitely your own dirty mind.. I’m talking about the heart throbbing, awkward hand gesturing and the terrifying challenges of socialising. For some of you it comes natural, f*ck you if it does by the way and for those suffering from depression and/or anxiety I can already feel you scanning down this page desperately attempting to find “the answer” to end the suffering. Nope, just a conversation diving deep into mental health and some personal experiences of mine. They won’t dramatically transform your life into a perfect Rom-com but it might make you feel a little less lonely; knowing there are others exactly like you. Crazy right?
By The Soul Whisperer4 years ago in Psyche
