Personal Reflections

This film makes me sick. I had a manic episode trying to watch this film on mute and letting my Spotify autoplay. This is how I processed the intense emotions I had to the point where my communication with people became vague and unclear. I had the sickest feeling in my stomach that I was going to become like Harry, I could never in a million years be him. Harry Potter. It took me 22 years to watch the Harry Potter movies. I held out for hope the entire time praying for Hermi

Distracted from it all day How much it hurt All my days are the same I'm not going out Feel like a teenager again Signing off, burnt toast sweet tea;

imagine the wind softly blowing through my hair and the sun setting whilst i'm looking out a cottage bay window then jumping out of the window and landing my feet in a flowerbed. then i'd run out into the grassy field and twirl across the entire field until I get dizzy. i'll sink to the ground and see my lover in the distance, carrying a blanket under his arm, and two glasses of wine in each hand Signing off, burnt toast, sweet tea;

29 April 2025 at 05:19 hometown. Love wins. L all the way.

My body shut down on me I was so scared Borderline sleep paralysis, legitimately sleep paranoia Alarms rang in my head It felt so realistic Like I was inhaling smoke in a fire On the outside you wouldn't even be able to tell I get quiet I suffer in silence For 40 seconds? 4 seconds? Hard to tell I sleep next to my mum every night We say it's because she needs me, but I still get scared to sleep in my own room I thought I was going to die I snapped out of it and everything was

I love building in the Sims 4, my favourite thing to do is renovating existing builds in the game and I also dabble in building houses from scratch. I will always choose build mode over creating a sim or playing the actual game. You're gonna now see pictures of my favourite build ever, I built it 4 years ago (yes, as in actually 4 years ago) and it's the house I've improved upon over and over the most. The foundation of the house! This picture is dated 07-16-21 Here's where i

I am Cambodian but I was born in London, England; 22 years ago. My religious beliefs are meant to be private however if you want to know, then I do practice Theravada Buddhism. There is one missing part of my history that I would love to share with anyone who is intrigued about my grandparents' lives. My grandfather's name got lost in the archives, his name was Pak Samay Mensana. In Khmer, we use the term 'Lok Ta' when talking about a grandfather. During the Khmer Rouge regim

You'd never experienced me this way before. I grieved my grandad's death in real time. I grieved him once. Then twice. All whilst writing my solo research project. I turned 21. Nightmare on our street. I was no longer the same girl you fell for. She was gone. I knew it. I had a rebirth. You only just woke up. In the best case scenario, I would have become the best version of me. The next day, that girl was gone again. It wasn't your fault. Several witnesses but none of us saw

Chances are you’re here because we already know each other. I’m Angelita, or Angie, and welcome to my blog. I’m out of work and healing from trauma and grief and in active recovery from a mental health problem thats been taking over my life for too long. But my mental burdens don't define or control me, and my ability to write and talk and share is what helps me always look forward and never back. I'm not defined by my past. I'm defined by my character and my values. A little