Thursday, March 10, 2016

Where The Voices Dwell

It's been a long time since I posted something here that isn't a video. It feels like a lifetime, to be honest.

The past few months have not been easy. There are so many things I've had to go through and I decided not to make any of them public. There was a time when I would write everything here. Every single thought, every single achievement... even my failures. But alas, those days are far behind me. Blogging my daily musings is behind me.

There are days when I don't even have the energy to get out of bed but I force myself to because a part of my believes that life isn't so bad and there are things worth getting out of bed for. I've become accustomed to fending for myself because I know that out there, in the real world, I have no one to count on but myself. I don't want to be a burden to the people around me so I try my best to do things on my own. I often keep everyone at arm's length because I've learned that letting people close enough would only spell heartbreak and sorrow for me. It's not something I do on purpose, it's a reflex of mine.

It's not healthiest way to deal with things, but it's the only way I know.

There are days when the voices in my head are so loud that I doubt myself and question my existence in this world. There are days when the world seems nothing but a blur and I just walk through life's highways with no idea where I'm supposed to go.

A part of me knows that it isn't so bad and there are those who have it worse than I do but sometimes, I can't help but feel like maybe I've had enough. Maybe I've been through so much that at this point that I deserve a break.

There are those around me who make life a little easier. They make me see the brighter side of things and help me get a good grip of reality when I feel myself losing touch of what's real and what's not. They're the ones who help me get out of bed every morning. They help drown out the voices that try so hard to consume my being. Half of me believes that they're the cure and can help fill the void that could swallow me whole any second. The other tells me that it's a band-aid at best.

It's a constant struggle trying to figure out what's real and what's not. Every morning, a question burns inside my head.

"Will things get better or is this the best it'll ever get?"