Mneerawrites

Where Every Thought Is A Journey

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  • Surviving Mental Illness
    After getting better, I have had instances where I would feel a chill run down my spine at the flatness of my daily life. Prior to my journey with therapy and medication, I lived in a constant state of unease, of drowning and of fear. Every day I would wake up with the feeling of… Read more: Surviving Mental Illness

Vision

Every thought is a journey to enlightenment. And this blog is but proof that every journey matters, and every thought is worth sharing. ardently, this platform will be a means to share my writing with the world.

  • Surviving Mental Illness

    After getting better, I have had instances where I would feel a chill run down my spine at the flatness of my daily life. Prior to my journey with therapy and medication, I lived in a constant state of unease, of drowning and of fear. Every day I would wake up with the feeling of… Read more

  • Funeral

    Too often do words fail me.  Fail to capture the storm in my heart. Fail to describe the wrenching pain crawling to my limbs.  Too often do my words lose against my anxiety.  – It fails me today as well. When my mind is drowned in fear. When my eyes are blurred with tears. When… Read more

  • I Wrote A Poem Titled “like a movie”

    I wrote a poem titled “like a movie”.  My intentions were to share it before the year ends. It’s about the past year. How it felt like I was watching a long and boring movie. It’s about how I live in a world of lies. How my mind exaggerates every scene and terribly edits every… Read more

  • On Sand And Oceans

    After days and days of floating,  Absolute nothingness and numbness, I tend to try and feel life again.  To remind myself,  that I am alive! That the world around me is real! I look for life.  In my mother’s eyes,  maybe in the way she stares at her phone, or the way she drinks her… Read more

  • Every Song Is Noise

    There is always a tugging force in my chest. Something that pulls at the lines of my heart, at the weak ropes that connect my soul to my being.  It’s a melody.  Sometimes a symphony. Other times just … noise.  Like the deafening slams of doors and the childish stomps of feet. Just noise.  Triggering,… Read more

  • Untitled

    Some days are exceptionally harder than other days. That’s just how it is. You wake up in the morning and look at yourself in the mirror, smiling weakly. You make your coffee, listen to your favorite song, you eat your breakfast and maybe go for a walk. But it all feels, blurry. Like it’s not… Read more