Quite cold nights, sincere laughs and talks, family gatherings, warm dinner meals and change is between the sheets. The world is still struggling with COVID, the vaccine appears to the surface but I didn’t take it yet, and it happens that I’m not one of COVID survivors. Me and all of my family were somehowContinue reading “Leather boots”
Tag Archives: mental health
White blues
Here it’s, a three years anniversary Woke up this morning with sunflower in my mouth In a place where I don’t want to be in Here it’s three years in November Struggling with family Struggling with medicines, with purple life I remember when I was hospitalized In a mental institute, for the first time IContinue reading “White blues”
December: Feelings of oppression
It’s the end of the year and the weather is cold and bold, winter is charming and promising with fortunate end. Don’t try to reach me and I won’t try to reach you. It’s 2nd of December and we’re rolling around Riyadh streets, we went to jarir bookstore to buy a phone for my mom,Continue reading “December: Feelings of oppression”
November: Eternal escape
On Tuesday 1st of November I received a phone call from my father, around 2:00 p.m. telling me he will come soon to see me. On the other hand, doctors assessments were around where is the psycho therapist? And why she didn’t sat with her? until now and for a behavioral reasons! The behavioral therapyContinue reading “November: Eternal escape”
October: A lot was gone, few remains
Monday 3rd October, a phone call from my mom telling me your brother came to get you out of hospital but they said the doctor must give him discharged paper. And I knew something bad is going to happen, it ain’t that easy. She told me to calm down and tomorrow she will talk toContinue reading “October: A lot was gone, few remains”
September: For a scattered soul
I’ve never spent September’s nights in hospital before, I sleep in room number 3 with 5 patients with me, every one of them has its own unique story. I’m crying again, I remembered how horribly I’m living, no one gives me a helping hand, reversely they’re trying to vanish every breath of me. My goalContinue reading “September: For a scattered soul”
August: It’s a gender war
It’s difficult for me to find an inspiration, at these moments I’m trying to find tranquility. Starting to write dairies and essays with English is not easy, and I must develop my literature storage. How much it’s totally hard to believe the amount of injustice and oppression are done in this world, crimes for noContinue reading “August: It’s a gender war”
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