The Temple that Reminded me to Dream Again (No Exaggeration)

Note: This blog post in not entirely finished but I didn't get much time to work on it, but what I can do is give you all the first paragraph I have written which will serve as a preview of this project. I know it's not perfect, but it's all I have for now. I hope you guys are excited to find out which temple I am talking about. Much Love ;) 

Yup, you read that right? This temple literally reminded me to dream again because I have put that on the back burner for so long. Why? To be honest, it's because life happened and I have been experiencing a level of darkness I never knew was possible and I still haven't gotten out of it. One reason is because as much as I love my my parents, I feel they are still in that negative, low-vibe draining conversation. My mom has relapsed into her mental illness and it is often very, very, VERY heartbreaking. I often feel like my soul has been ripped out of my body and shattered. Basically, I often feel dead. Just writing out those words breaks my heart and this has been going on for too long. I do my best to dream but my outside circumstances often turn off whatever little light I have in my heart. It sucks. It really does. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to have an open conversation with my parents. I have a huge fear that they will judge me and not understand, because it's all I see when I share my heart with them about my struggles and fears. I'm often made to feel wrong and stupid by those of  in positions of power. And I hate it. It fucks with my psyche and heart, and I have grown up most of my life feeling like a stupid, incompetent person that can't make her own decisions. 

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