a time comes when art is no longer just art, and it's much realer than just words on Substack.
Bisi, your writings make me feel like I am beside you when you when you're writing, like I can hear your voice as the words are spoken, no, dictated from your head down to your keyboard. what I mean to say is that you write beautifully, but this was a difficult thing to read. it is not possible to see your friend suffering and think it beautiful, no matter how much makeup she's applying on the scars, especially when those scars are so very similar to the ones you wear.
I hope your headache leaves you, I'm having a horrible one too at the time of reading this. we should get some sleep, the two of us, those beautiful stories will not write themselves if we die of sleep deprivation, lol.
you write well, you write real. your work is the kind that grips a reader's attention and allows space for nothing else. this one was one of the copious examples. never stop, please, no matter how hard it may get, no matter how much your head lies to you that you're H.E.R, you are, you are!
God, I love your long ass comments. Thank youuu, somehow it feels good to know that I'm not alone in my suffering. Hopefully, the headache stops, and the heartache too.
I don't feel like it, but I will do well to remember that I'm HER, because you said so. Thank youuu.❤️
Bisiiiii, sending lots of consensual hugs and kisses. Thank you so much for sharing and daring to be vulnerable. Your writing is so beautiful. Asides from the fact that I also cut myself on purpose, I felt like I could feel everything you were/are feeling. As Bankole said, you are HER. Never forget that.
This is a pretty heavy writing for me, and I trust you enough to open up about it.The past few days have been really tough for me, so I really appreciate you being able to share this. I hope you can be back to your prime and write how it all changes.
i've struggled a lot with mental health throughout my life and it's so interesting to see how so many of the metaphors you use to describe depression, i've used to. there's something so poignant about these lines in particular that i really loved:
"It feels like I’m always writing about the same things, always circling around the same issues." (and yes, I do feel that way, too.)
"my world keels over and I careen into this black hole"
"There's too much noise in my mind. My head feels too heavy for my neck. I lay in bed because I cannot carry the weight of this body anymore, and slowly I lose myself to the sheets."
a time comes when art is no longer just art, and it's much realer than just words on Substack.
Bisi, your writings make me feel like I am beside you when you when you're writing, like I can hear your voice as the words are spoken, no, dictated from your head down to your keyboard. what I mean to say is that you write beautifully, but this was a difficult thing to read. it is not possible to see your friend suffering and think it beautiful, no matter how much makeup she's applying on the scars, especially when those scars are so very similar to the ones you wear.
I hope your headache leaves you, I'm having a horrible one too at the time of reading this. we should get some sleep, the two of us, those beautiful stories will not write themselves if we die of sleep deprivation, lol.
you write well, you write real. your work is the kind that grips a reader's attention and allows space for nothing else. this one was one of the copious examples. never stop, please, no matter how hard it may get, no matter how much your head lies to you that you're H.E.R, you are, you are!
God, I love your long ass comments. Thank youuu, somehow it feels good to know that I'm not alone in my suffering. Hopefully, the headache stops, and the heartache too.
I don't feel like it, but I will do well to remember that I'm HER, because you said so. Thank youuu.❤️
Bisiiiii, sending lots of consensual hugs and kisses. Thank you so much for sharing and daring to be vulnerable. Your writing is so beautiful. Asides from the fact that I also cut myself on purpose, I felt like I could feel everything you were/are feeling. As Bankole said, you are HER. Never forget that.
Thank you so much, Ayooo!❤️
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The whole writing makes a whole lot of sense🥺💝
This is a pretty heavy writing for me, and I trust you enough to open up about it.The past few days have been really tough for me, so I really appreciate you being able to share this. I hope you can be back to your prime and write how it all changes.
Thank youu. I hope the coming days get better and easier for you. Sending you lots of love and hugs. You are not alone, my dear.🫂❤️
i've struggled a lot with mental health throughout my life and it's so interesting to see how so many of the metaphors you use to describe depression, i've used to. there's something so poignant about these lines in particular that i really loved:
"It feels like I’m always writing about the same things, always circling around the same issues." (and yes, I do feel that way, too.)
"my world keels over and I careen into this black hole"
"There's too much noise in my mind. My head feels too heavy for my neck. I lay in bed because I cannot carry the weight of this body anymore, and slowly I lose myself to the sheets."
Thank you so much for sharing <3
no thank you. I hope we get past all our mental health issues and actually thrive.🫂
Thank youuu.
Hold on tight Bisiii, everything is going to be alright 🫂
Your comment is a joy to read too. Thank youuu.