Circle back: a journey to understanding

I know nothing of what's to come Even when I try to peak through Future's curtains It terrifies me even more now I know it has nothing to do with worth I want to believe I know what's in the past Truth is, it's a never-ending chase through layers of verity As I aged, understanding shifts & colors changes But I am never closer to sincerity Authenticity is a friend I lost touch with I found out the hard way there is no demand for brutal honesty Friends I hang out too long with suffered from my anxiety Expressed through hurtful yet genuine concerns What's to come eludes me Same as how to prepare for it I am no more certain today than yesterday Certainties I used to have are gone in smoke I've come across an article written by Michelle Quirk of Psychology Today (1) about brutal honesty and I have never thought about it being ingrained into such violence. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary,  the word brutal " applies to people, thei...

What if all you want is a mediocre life? said the title of the article my sister sent me saying she liked it and made her feel good about herself. First of all, I was taken aback by the use of the word "mediocre". By definition, mediocre means "of moderate or low quality, value, ability, or performance" - who want such a life? Of course, reading it cleared its meaning. She doesn't say she wants a mediocre life, she says she wants a slow, simple life where she can strive but on her own terms, not on the fast-paced, energy-draining, social-media addicted society standards. That, I can understand. I am a word lover and using "mediocre" to describe life is, IMHO, just a click-bait. It doesn't convey the way of life she is talking about. She says she struggles with the fear of not being enough. Is it time, then, for her to accept who she is and not let the world define her? Then, as I was reading the comment, Carole summarized my uneasiness : Wh...

So many ups and downs. So many mood swings. So many tears. So many days of not knowing the f*ck is wrong with me.  Black and blue days intertwined with euphoric ones when I feel on top of my game and like I could do it all. Days when I get to work and tears silently stroll down my cheeks. Today is one of those days where I cried in front of my screen and pondered where all the wonders of life have gone while avoiding actually working. Instead, I dive into the past to seek understanding and answers. Back in 2017, when I visited the psychiatric ward for a couple of weeks while having a massive anxiety attack that lasted for days, I met with a psychiatrist who diagnosed a Cluster B and C mixed personality disorder: borderline, avoidant, and somewhat, narcissistic. Mixed personality disorder is one of the most commonly diagnosed personality disorders. In one study looking at patients referred for psychotherapy, 18.4% met the diagnostic criteria for a mixed personality disorder. (1) I n...

I was born into a small village where everyone knew one another. There were no secrets kept hidden and people were judgemental of everything - and everyone. I was born in 1984 - like the book I cannot get out of my head - to an unemployed mom and a hard-working, barely-there, dad. I came second after my brother who was under-fed as a baby because Mom didn't produce enough milk. There were to be two other girls after me. I had an awkward relationship with my big brother - one day he was nice and the other, he would start the humiliation session at school. Souvenir We walked to school as we lived nearby. On that very first day of elementary school - I remember a crisp fall morning with glorious sun and the bluest sky - I was met by a guy named Patrick at the school's fence. There was only one park entrance, so he couldn't have missed me. I don't know what I have ever done to warrant such anger toward myself. The moment I came into his sight, he started calling me name...