Heart.

This private space is where I write in hope I could feel better.¬†Anger is a form of sadness and depression is very real. It is not a tool of manipulation used to control others. Manipulators need to work very hard to get what they want and for me, I’m simply tired.

Some of my colleagues and friends know my condition, how they are to perceive or handle it’s not my calling. They can try igniting but no guarantees it will only be a beautiful campfire with crackling fire. My intention is to literally put up a warning sign in my lawn.

Before you enter, please know the boundaries, what topics are taboo and here is my fragile heart, please I beseech you, handle with care.

However, it is difficult to understand depression if one hasn’t experienced it. This experience intrinsically is not a roller coaster ride on Oblivion at Alton Towers.

The closer I feel towards someone, the more I let her in, the more vulnerable I become.

I tried to sit in silence and attempt to understand what triggers my anger and how anger molds into sadness. I tried to envision laughter, happiness and hope. I depend heavily on my imagination to feel uncaged, happy and free.

Like a wingless bird on constant flight, no darkness can steal his light.

Talking to R brings some comfort. She had a better time with her friends in Tipo 00.

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Oriole’s.

Growing up was tough. My mum practices and displays tough love. Her parenting style is always passive aggressiveness. We used to be closer but in 2014, the relationship took a downward spiral. When there’s a crack in any relationships, it is difficult to restore. It takes love, forgiveness and time.

In spite of everything that has happened, my mum never turns down an invitation. She always have time to meet for dinners, for simple meals or even just a conversation. She doesn’t fit me into her schedule but makes time for it. She is always available because I am her priority.

We had late lunch at Oriole’s cafe today. I saw how happy she was and I controlled my tears. We ordered cheese sandwiches, caesar wraps, truffle fries, americano and death cream. Her appetite was great.

 

Unbreak Me.

Heard of dysthymia? A less severe but chronic depression that lasts for a couple of years maybe, or more. I was diagnosed with that and currently undergoing 2 types of treatment; psychiatry and psychotherapy. I experienced nausea and insomnia taking¬†Escitalopram. The last therapy session was painful. To remember what I’d wanted to forget wasn’t easy, moreover talk. I don’t think psychoanalysis suits me, if only cognitive therapy helps.

9 months ago I got to know someone whom I felt connected to. I was happier as I could see colors and the happiness grew on me. My appetite returned slowly and I was more than functioning. From a somewhat state of inertia, I looked forward to becoming. However my emotions remained vulnerable. The roller coaster ride stopped today. It needed to for the better. I felt pain and an indescribable feeling of sorrows. Picking up shards, erasing memories and stabilizing a turbulent mind. Non-existent is good.

I clung onto a book that made me feel safe, somehow it gave me hope. Will I take another 2 to 3 years to even feel happy again.

Winged Dreams.

The river of winged dreams,
It teaches one to die with dignity.
One may come forth anew in splendor,
Born once of flesh then again in fire.

Should one live in the moment like Eckhart Tolle?
Or should one build ones life of tomorrow?
For who we are today,
Comes from our thoughts of yesterday.

What is renew, reborn and rebirth?
To desire is to become,
To become is to live.
Life is the essence of becoming,
Letting go is to be set free.

The philosophical thoughts of Plato,
Taught in the hearts by Aristotle.
Destiny is not in our stars to hold.
The depths of life why wouldn’t I know.

10th Dec.

10th of Dec is the beginning and the end. Sometimes we grow attached and letting go is a process. Should we be living in the moment and savouring it or should we be planning ahead. Is the pursuit of happiness dependent or independent? Metaphorically, life is a journey. But without understanding the purpose of existence, isn’t life meaningless.

We are from 2 different worlds with contrasting differences. Interestingly, we have similarities as individuals. We do share a mental connection but without a willingness to work on differences and to align perspectives, it is just a parallel connection. Perhaps, the pursuit of happiness and discovering ones destiny in life is a journey itself. Love was a fairytale to me with a dose of childlike innocence. I have since come to understand and admit that love is more than an emotion. Have I changed?

Relatively yes.

 

Within & Beyond.

1806 is a classic cocktail bar in Melbourne CBD, should be one of the best I’ve been to. It has over a hundred varieties of whisky from around the world. It is an exhilarating experience.

Another great place is Naked for Satan. A trendy and swanky bar at Fitzroy which serves delicious infused vodkas and tapas. Been awhile since I had appetite.

Seeing R again brings comfort, something which is greatly missing at home. Could be the familiar grin, her tardiness or perhaps her straightforwardness when putting things into perspectives. Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eyes. The eyes see physical and logic but the heart brings to light the emotions and the subconscious. R doesn’t judge me, she sees me from within and beyond. I have almost taken her convenience for granted.

This short trip is educational.

With the turn of events, Fugue in G Minor by J.S Bach reminds me of someone I have a crush on. I interpret the melody as a continuous interweaving of sadness. Listening to it makes me cry.

25th Nov.

ilLido at the cliff was dissapointing. P tried the D’Augustation menu and I had Burrata cheese for appetizer and Fetucelle for main. The food wasn’t warmed before serving and the taste was mediocre for a fine dining experience. Perhaps the meal already started off on a wrong foot.

Drinks post dinner at Oxwell & Co were bad too. Negroni was too sour and Penicillin tasted like cough syrup.

I made my confession and relatively, it turned out to be an unexpected twist, or was it.

Love is patient, love it kind.
Love is anything but mine.
I can see your smile on your face,
And feel your warmth your gentle embrace.

There’s so much to be said,
But some things are better left unsaid.
Love is understanding,
Sunrise sunsets, lights to behold.
If you can’t hold on, you can only let go.