Sprinkled Words

How does your life look? no, I don't mean to the rest of the world, I mean to your own eye. If the answer that went off in your head was boring, then get up, change it. Change the view and make it a little more interesting. GET UP! make the difference. Just do it for yourself so you can breath ok. Stop worrying about what someone will say. If you need a break between work and you know it will make a difference, do it. Its for you. Make a choice, but smile. The routine won't change unless you change it yourself. YOU make your world what it is. Find your supports, find that one person you can call yours. Learn to make time for yourself in all the chaos. learn to look up at the sky without fear and smile, because you can, not because you should. Embrace your scars, your scars make you who you are. Don't be afraid to to try for the second time. Do something that makes you feel on top of the world. Feel free, its your life, make the routine beautiful :) Make this abo

It's been a while since I wanted to write about this, finally got a chance. from my name to speinkledwords, the journey. It was about a good two or three years ago when I was still back in college, and there was a day when I was sitting in the corner or my room hugging my knees, and wondering what was happening with me. If my anxiety was a phase, if my fear was rational and my anger justified. I had no clue of what was happening with me. It was my alone time. There was obviously that voice in my head that I was talking to, trying to understand what I was feeling. It was only a few points I was going back and forth upon. Never really came to a conclusion of what I felt, I don't think that feeling had a name. There was this tiny war in my head. There were multiple voices and opinions and none of them matched the other. so I finally got up from my corner and went and sat at my table staring at a cupcake that I had picked up earlier that evening. That's when it struck me