Calamity is always present. Havoc is always present. Peace is always missing. With every resentment and loathe that each person in the world carries, the meaning of being human is lost.
Forever, I must bear it. The insecurity takes over my life and intervenes many of my daily activities and duties. As specified before, this vulnerability intimidates me and makes me feel worthless. But I can’t just do nothing. I am obliged to seek for the source. I need to know what I can change to eradicate this insecurity. Therefore, I used art.
This is my attempt to make a poem. It is a dialogue between an individual who is explaining the concept of depression to another curious individual. Just be aware that where there are a lot of question marks, the person speaking is the curious individual. Disclaimer: The answers given are all based on the depressed individual’s perspective on the topic.
With a sibling, one has to endure the pressure and the pain that comes with comparisons and competition. I have an older brother. He helps me. He guides me. He cares for me. But he also oppresses me.
Yes, he oppresses me. Continue reading “Living in a shadow”
I am obliged to accept the faults that I possess. The quote “Nobody’s perfect” remains embedded in my thoughts. However, my constant struggle with my appearance and looking acceptable for society prevents me from believing the notion.