Bida

I’ve been writing a lot lately. Not because I have everything figured out, but because I think this is the only way I can actually hear myself clearly. And the more I write, the more I start to notice something...

I went to my sister’s house today. It’s something I usually do on weekends.

I think I’m in a place where I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole in the sand .

If I had to describe my life right now in one word, it would be: Uncertain.

All this was a sequence of life events. I think?

I believe I started to get into the root of it all by writing everything according to timeline and why it makes sense at the end of the day.

Let's continue before my memory disappears again. I was 20 when my father passed away.

I’ve been sitting with my thoughts, trying to sort through the emotional baggage I carry. I’m not even sure what to call it. Is it grief ? Or maybe something else? What I do know is that I need to let it out.