There’s a silence inside my head

Image from we heart it
Image from we heart it

You have to remember that
not all silences are scary.

That they don’t always mean the end
of a story,
of a show,
of a conversation.

Sometimes, they’re just a pause.
An intermission.
A time for you to gather your wits, your strength,
to get your heart ready for the next part.

Maybe sometimes they mean more than a little pause.
Maybe it’s a time to get your heart and mind focused again.
Or maybe it’s just a time to sit still.

You need to stop being afraid of these silences.

You need to realize
how some of the best things can come out of these silences.

That this silence can be beautiful,
if you let it.

You need to fight
against these voices in your head
that urge you to make noise.

Sit and revel in this silence.
And believe that this is good.

You have to remember that
not all silences are scary.


Also known as: On relaxing. And…chilling out

I have a problem with my mind sometimes: it runs too fast.

This is me. Sometimes. Many times. Image from we heart it

I wonder if it’s possible to invent something that could turn off certain parts of the brain the moment it starts to over think. I swear I’ll be the first one to get that.

* * *

Sometime two weeks ago I had a legit asthma attack because of stress. It wasn’t even the kind of work-related stress, which was a good and lovely and valid reason if you ask me. It was something a lot more…shallow. And really unnecessary because I brought the stress upon myself, and when things finally cleared later on, it was all for nothing.

I was so annoyed at myself then. I hated how the moment I saw that cause of stress, my mind went a mile a minute, leaving me scrambling behind and unable to catch it. I went from Point A to Point…I don’t know, S? in a matter of seconds. And what I thought, I cannot un-think. It was just so annoying because I just totally stressed myself out.

It sucks.

And with that stress, comes some kind of fear. The one that stops me cold, and just made me wish that I could burrow somewhere and hide, because I don’t think I can handle it if my fears were true, and I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was afraid of. No wonder I got an asthma attack.

With that, my friends usually tell me one thing:


Of course…it takes me a while to do that.