Warning: This piece in no way, shape or form what I’m going through.

The walls of this vessel engulf me within; each wall has a purpose, a unique property that distinguishes it from other walls; each wall is unique. It all started off with one wall, and eventually, the number of walls increased. I lived a completely normal life; I couldn’t be happier. I had exceptional qualities, personality, brains, looks; I wasn’t short of anything. One day I came across a vessel, I walked towards it, utterly captivated by it. It lured me in, it was spellbinding, and for some odd reason I couldn’t get out. Suddenly I see a wall caving in on me. It was one harmless wall, I thought to myself, but this wall was rather strange, it had the word imperfections written on it. I was quite frightened by this, and the wall kept moving closer to me.

Another wall appeared; it was labeled insecurities. I never had any insecurities about myself. I don’t know how this could have occurred now. This wall gets closer and closer to me, and I fail to back away. Another wall appears out of the blue, with the name anxiety. Looking at this wall getting closer to me only made me worry more. Things were getting quite cramped up in this vessel, I attempted to push past the walls, but it just wasn’t working. Another wall appeared before me but this wall frightened me genuinely, it was as if my perfect life had taken a completely wrong turn. The word depression showed up on the wall.

I did not get it; my life was perfect; it was a life free of imperfections, a life free of grief, a life filled with happiness. It felt as if my life was indeed a lie. What terrified me most was the last wall which completed this tight vessel, the wall had the word fear written on it. I tried incredibly hard to escape, I shouted, I hollered, I let out a piercing scream, I decided to push the walls with the most strength I had, but I had become so weak that I could barely move a limb. Out of the blue, I saw a light, a possible way to escape. I had my arm reach towards the light as if I were touching the sky. I felt like I was about to break loose from this vessel. I finally felt my heart fill with hope and once more I felt the fantastic sensation of joy. However, the light disappeared, and I was again in the depths of deep despair this time it was incredibly agonizing. The walls were caving in on me once more, but this time I could not breathe, I was slowly suffocating, struggling to take a breath, I let out a tear from my eye before taking my last breath. All these issues in my life got to me. My issues…

Consumed me.

This was a little something I decided to write about in terms of who I am as a writer because my style is part of me, my style reflects the realist aspect of my personality. I want my writing to not necessarily reflect what I’m going through but I want it to reflect the realist aspect of me and it defines one aspect of who I am, which is a realist.  Sometimes I enjoy writing dark and disturbing stories that end off with a huge plot twist; other times I like writing stories about hope. I also find it incredibly exciting to write about the human mind and the mentality of people and what they think. The stories I write depend on what I feel like writing about but my stories always (in one way or another) reflect some aspect of reality. This in no way means that all these stories reflect what goes on in my life. The theme my blog is based on is reality and the way people think, and sometimes I incorporate one of these aspects or both. In the end, when reading one of my blogs, I want people to question what we are (in a positive or negative way), and I hope that’s what these blogs make people feel like doing. Thank you!

-Faryal

 

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