Showing posts with label Anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anxiety. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 June 2016

The Lost Diary #9 | State of Decay


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

http://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diaryhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.html

STATE OF DECAY

There’s a darkness inside of me—a demon, lurking in the shadowed parts of my soul. It consumes every ounce of my well-being and there’s no way to kill it without killing myself. It feeds on my happiness, my failures, my disappoints, my insecurities and the loss of my hope. It disables me. 

It whispers awful things to me and gets inside my head—its maggots crawling inside my mind, burying their filth and decay inside my brain. It becomes me.

Monday, 6 June 2016

Twenty-Four | Poem


Art by Norvz Austria
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"The final hour to reset time."
A short poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.

Monday, 4 April 2016

The Lost Diary #8 | The Void


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

http://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diaryhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.html

THE VOID

I've been lost for sometime now—the whirlpool of depression pulling me further down the void. I found myself coughing and spluttering as I pulled myself up from the heavy waves that have drowned my existence. I found myself able to move again, to float, and it was time for me to swim back to shore. 

My muscles were weak, each stroke to the surface paining me, but I told myself I couldn't drown like that again so I pushed further. Each breath caused my lungs to tighten as if the smallest amount of air was too heavy to consume, pinning them. I started choking. I had held my breath for too long—I forgot how to breathe.

Thursday, 10 September 2015

These Last Words | Short Story


"Words cut deeper than knives."
A dark, serious fictional short story written and created by me in 2012 - STEPHEX.

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Disclaimer: This fictional piece was inspired by events that sadly happen to students (victims) in high school and those who suffer from depression in general.

If you are going through a similar scenario, don't go through depression alone. There is no shame in reaching out, admitting you're not okay and asking for help, even when you feel like no one will listen to you, they will and they should. Things will get better, it's only a matter of time. 

And if you know someone who is going through a dark time, please reach out to them and try your best to understand them, it'll mean more than you think and you may just save their life. x