The pain one feels when the heart aches is unbearable. Today is one such day for me. Since morning the tears are unstoppable, and I am simply waiting for the time to pass so that I can take that pill which calms my anxiety, depression is all together another story. Someone close told me, if I remain busy all such thoughts won’t come.
So I am trying to keep myself busy and aloof at the same time. As I am penning down my fourth technical book, I felt the urge to write. I find writing heals. And at the same time, I am listening to some loud beat music to calm the inner storm, this was suggested by my therapist.
Will I complete this story I don’t know yet. But its been a while now the heart doesn’t stop aching. And I just waiting for that to stop. I hope it does, or I hope I learn to live with it.
Medium is a like for me an open diary, sometimes I want my life to be an open book, but the chapters anyone can read will be what I chose to write, and what I will take to my grave.