A long while.
How are you?I am tired. I miss having alone time. The phone is always blowing up with messages and instructions of what next. The room I used to find solace and peace is not soundproof to the outside world. Silence, oh how have I misunderstood you. You have been the glue to my almost shattering self. How silly of me to think that you were the catalyst to my depressed thoughts. How ignorant of me to want to destroy you completely.
After all, you gave birth to my voice and my thoughts, dear Silence.
It has been difficult for me to stop and take deep breaths. Immersing myself in activities seemed to be a good idea to eradicate the thoughts of helplessness - for a while, at least. After all, with no second to stop and think, it's impossible for me to sink into the depths of melancholy. Oh, how wrong I was. My poor brain and soul has not stopped to rest since July. With Worry constantly hovering behind me, whispering, "check on the letters", "you might have missed out on something, "don't forget about that meeting", restless sleep is inevitable. I have not had time for myself - time to just stop and ask myself whether I am doing fine.
Too much white noise.
Too soft, my voice.
