Myself Stories

Just some thoughts about anxiety and analysis paralysis in the form of poetry. Excerpt from 5-4-3-2-1: A ring echoes in my bones. My bouncing legs - still, then carry me towards the hall. The pitter-patter and my heart beat, rhythmic chest compressions - forcing breath back into me.

It's not a book how you know it. It's like an blog about every day in my life

❝hold me like the pebbles in your hand, initials in the sand, yeah❞ layout inspired by @lovealthea

bios of my various me's and other characters I feel important enough to be here. It's also now random stories ideas I've had

So this is about who I am!!

"Finding Me" is a gentle, sad, and soft autobiography that traces the quiet journey of growing up while slowly losing sight of who you are. As a child, Sharla Mae was a careful observer who learned to chase what was popular, what everyone else loved, and what the crowd valued-mistaking borrowed interests for her own heart's desires. From following the latest trends to asking for things she never truly wanted, she spent years walking a path that was never quite hers, until she began to realize how much of her own identity she had left behind. This story opens about the confusion of living outside your own skin, the quiet regret of choices made just to fit in, and the slow, tender courage it takes to finally pause, look inward, and ask: What do I actually love? What does my heart truly beat for? It is a heartfelt account of discovering your own tastes, rebuilding your self-worth, and learning that being unapologetically you is the most beautiful thing you can offer the world. And if you're also someone who's still finding yourself in the process, then this book is for you to relate to. I hope one day you're gonna find the real you.

تعريف عنيِ.

Hey I don't even know who will read this but these are some random things about myself 😘

yippee my identity woohoooo!!!

دەربارێ مـن ♥➰ Instgram: peyviin.hashim

my personal story (random warning)

I'll be dropping here and there into this book, my thoughts and extras. Extras means announcement and plus plus ! *** 17.02.2016 - infinity date (until before the day/minutes/second i die). #1 in dailystories (15.4.2019)

To my unspoken voice. For he knows this is about him...

Depression? People sometimes don't understand the intensity of having a depressive episode. Where you sulk and exclude yourself from everyone around you. Where you question your worth and existence in life. Where imagination gets the best of you. Till it reaches the point of you having hallucinations. Until it comes to the point where you wake up in an isolation room of a psychiatry ward. Alone and confused. But like we all know, everything that happens in life has a purpose. And every problem needs only one solution. And that is God. With the help of friends, family and loved ones, and faith in God, we can overcome depression. P.s. these are based on my real life experiences ;) #MagesticWingsAwards3rdPlacer

The glass fragments of my heart are scattered upon the floor, but here is where I pick up the pieces to create a mosaic. An intricate arrangement placed carefully to create an image: versatile, interpersonal, and transformational. Like a butterfly 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

This is my sanctuary. A place where silence is translated into verse, and where the heart finds the courage to speak without fear of being misunderstood. Poetry has always been the truest vessel for the things I cannot carry in ordinary words. I return to it whenever love graces my soul, and when sorrow lingers long after its farewell. Here, every poem bears witness to a season of my life, preserving what time would have otherwise asked me to forget. I have always loved writing. Not because it grants me escape, but because it teaches me how to remain. It reminds me that every joy, every wound, every fleeting moment deserves to be remembered. If ever I lose sight of who I am, may these pages lead me back to the person who found beauty in language and solace in ink. For as long as words continue to find me, I will continue to write.

නෝ ඩිස්කිප්සන් 🙂 කියෝලා බලන්න කතාවක් නෙවේ 🙂

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣, 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣. H.r- #54 in poetry. -#19 in poems.

❝ A boy that fears the afterlife. ❞ ©cryxholic

The world saw my smile. These pages tell the story my silence never could. 🌙