My Diary

As of late, I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I try to remain positive and keep my head above water. But I feel like I'm sinking and on the verge of drowning. I feel like a robot programmed to things that are not so. Like I'm in a heavy fog that's surrounded by darkness. My ink spilled may sound sad but this is therapeutic for me. I believe in the bright side even if I can't feel it, I believe in hope even when things look bleak; if I stop thinking positive I am doomed. If I do things that are positive they will eventually reach my heart. I say words of affirmation to myself until I can believe it. I plant seeds of positivity in my inner soil until they bloom. A healthy mind and a healthy spirit are a must in these trying times. I know I'm beautiful when I don't feel that I am beautiful. If I feel that I am worthless does that mean I'm worthless? On the contrary, I must say ( confess) what I am until my feelings match up or are in line with what I know; I know this to be true. I feel much better than when I first started writing this verse. Alexis Y. 02/16/2022