How can I call it a breakdown if my tears won’t even leave my body? It seems like they evaporate before they even start rolling down my cheeks.
(Almost) Death Changes
In the middle of my body trying to grasp for air, my mind did what it always does—talked too much. Am I dying? it asked. Nothing dramatic, just me and a body suddenly unsure how to stay.
The Eagle Pose as a Phase
What began as a playful pose on mountaintops revealed itself as a mirror. Scorpios don’t just change—we molt. I’m in my Eagle phase now, choosing discomfort over stagnation, breaking what no longer works, not for drama, but to live fully.
A Space for the Voices in My Head
A raw account of the night I tried to drown the voices in my head and how, instead of silencing them, I learned to give them space—to coexist with the chaos until the noise turned into music I could finally dance with.
Fourth on the List: Chronicles of a St. Raphael Novena
A personal journey through the St. Raphael Novena: prayers, synchronicities, and lessons in patience, faith, and self-discovery, all woven into the rhythm of daily life.
Late-Night Monologues: I Should Be Sleeping by Now
I should be sleeping, but here I am—coffee in hand, mind racing, thoughts playing hopscotch. Between solitude and socializing, overthinking and surrender, I watch the night unfold while my fingers type what my mouth can’t say.
The Hermit’s Last City Night
On my last city night, I took myself on a solo burger date, savoring each bite amidst the crowd. Half a sundae, blurred faces, and my journal in hand—a fleeting city moment before returning to hermit life by the beach.
Twenty Minutes on a Mental Treadmill
Twenty minutes on a mental treadmill. Ludy interrupts my attempts to sleep, sweets and moon phases collide, and my noisy mind takes center stage. A confessional of insomnia, self-reflection, and the dangerous power of thoughts when unheard.
maelfatalis is back home.