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Notes from the Mind Palace.
I’ve lived enough lives for three people, and somehow I’m still here trying to make sense of the noise in my head. Some days it feels like I’m stitching together scraps from every version of myself. — the military kid standing gate guard in Turkey, the cop who learned too much about people’s worst moments, the semi pro football player who hit like a freight train, the gas station attendant who learned everyone's secrets, the 40 year old pool lady and the writer who can’t stop turning her own chaos into stories, the sister who loves too hard, the friend who carries everyone else’s weight even when her own knees are buckling. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I’m still just me — loud music blasting, brain vibrating, fingers typing like I’m trying to outrun my own thoughts. Half the time I’m rambling, the other half I’m building something out of the rambling. It’s messy. It’s real. It’s mine.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a special kind of stupid that happens when your brain decides someone is the sun. Not because they are the sun, but because your neurons have staged a coup and declared, “This person? Yeah, we’re gonna obsess over them like a skunk who found an un‑locked trash can.”
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a point where you stop pretending that certain people are good for your nervous system. You stop giving them the benefit of the doubt. You stop waiting for them to show up differently. You stop handing out access like it costs you nothing. Today was that point.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace. . Content Warning.
Excavating Myself: A Field Guide to Rediscovering the Woman I Lost Somewhere Between Betrayal and Blanket Forts I want to find myself again, but I’m pretty sure she’s hiding under a blanket fort with snacks and what my kids lovingly call my “pillow knife.” I’m not that dramatic — but dramatic enough to sleep armed like a raccoon guarding a treasure hoard. I have other things, they just don’t fit under my pillows.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Viva
