Phantasiis
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Tag: Memories
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During the Night
During the night I feel them Coming thirsty Eating my will and confidence A thousand hands Reaching to my mind Touching my fears Tempting with my life A voice speaking “Good night” Until I fall sleep Nightmares rising Waking alone Full of marks and scars Inside my thoughts I’m becoming An outsider of my own…
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I Remember
“I remember the blood on the walls. The painting on the wall, it was her, the maiden with the black dress. It was her gaze, her black eyes that looked at me. The red was everywhere. I can’t forget it. I was laying on the floor, anxious and paranoid. And then, I saw hell on…
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Eleven Years Ago: In Retrospect
This past Friday, October 12, was my anniversary. When darkness happened. When the first set of symptoms triggered. When darkness arrived. I was 16 years old. I still wonder why. The only worry I had is to get good grades. Making friends wasn’t necessarily a priority. I was a lonely guy. I didn’t mind. I preferred…
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Anxiety’s Cycle – A Reflection
The day and night cycle. For some, days with anxiety feel longer, and for others nights can be unbearable. On the other hand, there’s good days where you wish wouldn’t end. Nights that were too short. Memories that are here to stay, for better or worse. And then, there’s this bittersweet feeling that anxiety will…
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Suicide Awareness Month: A Personal Note
Suicide. This is, by far, as open as I can be about it online. My first attempt happened on 2011.
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Morita Therapy
Recently, while having a moment of anxiety, I discovered that I was doing a version of Morita therapy as a way of dealing with my symptoms. This type of therapy comes from Japanese psychology. Today, I am sharing with you what I am learning about it, and how it is helping me.
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Pressing The Record Button
The time to explore, experiment, and create music has started again. After focusing on summer school, I finally have some time to record ideas. On that note, hitting the record button was a scary thing to do.
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Forgetting Who I Once Was
It has been more than a decade since it happened. It was a late October night. I could not fall a sleep, and the red screen of my alarm clock was staring at me. As if the clock was getting ready to do something the moment I closed my eyes. Then, within the darkness of…
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