Category: relationships
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Part of the family
My boyfriend’s family is that family you see in adverts. They all get along, even my boyfriend and his brother. There’s no shouting, no drama, no arguments. And if there I haven’t seen them and my boyfriend told me they get settled in a matter of minutes. My family is the opposite. My parents divorced…
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Poetry Wednesday #7 – on loving life
I was loving you so hard I forgot the idea of a future, of something concrete to hold on. I got lost in you and nothing could take me back. All I needed was to love life, not to love you. I wrote this when I realised how much time I spend after someone who…
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The importance of taking a break
This post is about how my dad got taken over by work and treated me and others very badly. It has been difficult for me to witness his changes of mood and to understand that I was not the cause and that I did not deserve his treatment. My dad has always shouted when angry.…
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An empty shell
If someone attacks you basing their claims on your weaknesses, this says nothing about you and everything about them. While together with my ex boyfriend my depression was particularly intense, as also my mum was put on lungs transplant list. I did not treat the guy fairly at times. I told him I didn’t know…
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Falling in love again
This post is not going to be about how I am happily in love and how my story started in the most romantic of the ways. This post is about the ugly I had to go through to learn how to be in a relationship after going through the lowest point in which my depression…
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Poetry Wednesday #3 – on unrequited love
I was loving you so hardI forgot the idea of a future,something concrete to hold on.I got lost in you and nothing couldtake me back.All I needed was to love life,not to love you. I wrote this years after I was in love with someone who did not love me back. This was the realisation…
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How unrequited love helped me
I look at the moon, I listen to the silence. Maybe living also means feeling my heart beating for love, and enjoy the feeling, even though I am alone and simply hoping for something impossible. I wrote this many years ago, on an old school notebook. I was sat on a bench at around nine…
Through anxiety and beyond 