My Works #1
Adela James. A seventeen year old girl who have been through a lot in her young life.
Ever since witnessing the death of her parents in a car incident, twelve year old Adela was left traumatized and getting put into CPS only made it wors...
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Dreams, they come along way, not today. Dreams,they come a- , they come along way, not today. They come un-, they come undone . They come a-, they come around. |Solange-Dreams
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Five years later....
The human brain is an amazing and powerful tool. It helps us learn, see, remember, hear, perceive, understand and create languages. Sometimes, the human brain also fails us. Cognitive psychologists study how people can acquire, perceive, process and store information.
With that being said you can be your own enemy sometimes.
My mind whilst being my greatest encourager can also be my worst enemy. And man do those words always hit home, because it was really raw and meaningful to me.
Sometimes I often overthink the worst, and just expect the worst because it's the easiest thing to believe, when I don't believe in myself. Sometimes I think I don't give myself the credit I deserve and try to see the situation for what it was, and not just what my mind created it to be.
On the mend. My heart might not heal completely, but it knows how to live with the past and pain. If only my damn brain could be the same way too.
One of my greatest challenges is to one day silence my mind. But how can one silence their mind, silence their mind from racing thoughts when they suffer from a mental illness called bipolar disorder; A disorder that triggered symptoms like mania-hypomania and major depression. Which also cause unpredictable changes in my mood and behaviour, and that list goes on wi-
A loud banging on the bedroom door jolted Adela out of her racing thoughts. That for a minute, she just tuned out the banging and yelling being made at the door and just lay there in her bed staring up at the creamy ceiling that was once the color white.
Still ignoring the person that was banging on the door she huffed now irritated. She knew that whoever was knocking on that door was there to start some shit that she didn't had the energy for.
She literally felt drained and it was all thanks to her racing thoughts; note the sarcasm.That were running rampant the whole night that it eventually triggered an insomnia and because of that she didn't get a wink of sleep; this now being the second night in a row.
