Syeda Anum Tahir.

//fading memories//

'where we once held hands and walked together,

matching each other's pace and laughing without a care in the world,

never taking our eyes off the other,

not ever fearing separation,

now i finally walk all alone,

in all those places; retracing our steps and fading out of existence...'

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The only thing I have to say for this post is:

Don't do gymnastics without warming up, kids.

The aftermath of all the hype is kinda awful. 😭🥵

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//Revival//

Hello to my tiny and lovely blog family. Whether you guys felt my absence or not, I'm particularly glad to share that I, both mentally and emotionally, am in a much better place than I was, when the decision of cutting off excessive social media from my life was made; exclusively.

I personally felt myself moving backwards instead of forward and the realisation came as a huge blow to my self-esteem – knocking it over like tenpins in bowling. I've silently loved being someone who prefers to live in the moment, neither worrying about the future nor the past. Though retrospection remains my constant source of guidance but sometimes, it has brought about catastrophic changes within me; when I lost control over my longing desire to remain sheltered in history. Hence why, the last few months overflowed with agony.

My identity almost became unknown to me. I deviated from the path of recovery and healing; spiralling into abyss. I had never been subjected to such sharp intensity of a heart break before, and having to constantly hide it behind: a smile, a ton of new hobbies, and excessive writing – completely tore me apart. I lingered around in places where I wasn't welcomed or even respected, until came the moment where I became numb.

And that was a month and a half ago. I allowed change to consume me and finally...let go – of everyone who didn't want to stay in my life, along with everything else that kept me imprisoned to my past.

And yet, I'm not claiming to be absolutely fine because mending yourself back into your original form, requires an abundance of time. It takes willingness. It demands consistency. But, I want to do it openly. Because that is the sole reason why this blog came into existence. The purpose of promoting unity among the traumatised, the tortured and rejected – the heart broken.

I've sewn my wounds by myself – most of us have. And nevertheless, we are in this act altogether. None of you is ever truly alone – and I want to be a solid proof of that. ❤️🙏🏼

🩸//I'm done crying in tears of blood over you//🩸

Have you ever been so in love with someone that you can not comprehend a life without feeling the way you do? Ah, isn't it disastrous? I mean, when it's unrequited? Damn.

The years, the tears and the golden opportunities you waste, hurting yourself for someone who doesn't give two hoots about your well-being. It's one of the saddest things to witness or experience.

And maybe some of you can paint an image through my words only because your friend is starring in it, and no matter how many advices you give them, or the hours you spend around them to keep an eye over their whereabouts; or the ton of plans you come up with to help them move forward – they just keep falling back for that person again and again. Oh, isn't it frustrating? It boils your blood. You get angry over them, you plead to let go because you KNOW the person your friend is in love with, doesn't care in the slightest; you even become their private therapist and try to be as kind and considerate as you can be. But, no luck there. Nothing seems to work.

I understand each side equally. Trust me. I've been subjected to both scenarios personally.

I've hurt, ached and burned for someone just as I've seen my closest, most beautiful friends do the same for another. And not just for a few days or weeks or months. But in terms of years. Years I've lost waiting, hoping and praying. Years I've spent consoling, advising and supporting.

The word 'pain' seems too trivial. It can not define the immense trauma and misery I've encountered. Or you have. Or our friends have. 'I'm in pain.' can not actively perk the interest of our listeners. We all feel pain in some way or the other, not a big deal – they say. But those of us, who've been bound to the chains of unrequited love; we die inside bit by bit until there are no more bits left. And one day, we are reborn. We rise – only this time, as free souls. There is no heaviness anymore. Our minds, peaceful. Our hearts, as light as a feather. The curse is broken!

So listen, your feelings are valid. And that matters. What anyone else has to say beyond that – is completely meaningless.

I hear you.

'Stop making excuses, get out there and do something for yourself. Don't have a car? Take a walk, ask a friend to pick you up, book a 🚕 and go anywhere you want. Have 💵 problems? Do a part-time job, take up freelancing, try doing paid chores for your friends and family who understand your situation. Want to do shoots and lack a DSLR 📸? Easyyy – Use your 📱 + creative diy backgrounds/props and a couple of 5-star rated apps to edit your portraits in a professional manner. Want to workout and don't have a gym nearby? Install a workout app and start 🏋️ within the comfort of your own house/room. Feel lonely and isolated? Grab a 📖 and go outside because then, you're never alone – the existence of nature 🍃 in itself is a profound company; incomparable to any other.

Sad and depressed? Firstly, you need to make sure whether you're actually willing to get better. 🤞🏼 Secondly, take small, measured steps to ensure you're on the right path for e.g. writing✍🏼 about your current state of mind and reading it out loud to make sense of it, cooking something different for yourself as a treat for being brave to acknowledge your feelings 🍛, talking to a close friend just so you know you're not alone and there are those who care for you; singing and listening to your favourite genre of music 🎶. Little things like that, can truly turn your life around. Thirdly, make changes in your routine, may it be altering your sleep 💤 schedule/hours or doing activities in a more refined way with actual feedback.

See the thing is, there are always a number of solutions to a problem. If you don't agree with me, that's fine, but in my pov – maybe you lack insight/vision/the urge to be productive. It's normal to feel trapped 😰 at certain points in your life but you can't stay encaged forever. Sooner or later, you are free to move forward but here, the real question is: do you WANT to move forward? Are you determined to work your way back up? 💪🏼 It's difficult after becoming accustomed to a colourless, bland lifestyle but listen...get smitten by change and face all sort of wonders and horrors around because that's the most beautiful gift of life – and the proof of truly living.' 💞🦋

//is sky the limit?//

'Sky is not the limit. Your conscience; your self discipline to remove obstacles from your path and to surpass the challenges you encounter, is.

However you choose to live, know that there isn't anything you aren't capable enough of doing or learning or creating. You attain what you believe in. The world you see is a mirror, reflecting back the image of the one that is within each of us. Do not forget – you are responsible for every step you take forward and of the consequences that protrude thereafter.

Your limits are in the boundaries you choose to build. Your limit is in not knowing who you are. Keep asking yourself, 'Who am I?' and live each day in hope of finding the answer. As long as you hold on to faith, life bears no limit of its own.'

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As an evolving community, we're broadening our mindsets and perspectives especially when it comes to shunning the stereotypes and social stigmas that have been so profusely passed on through generations – based off on distinguishing characteristics like mental health, disabilities, gender, race and culture etc.

It's important to talk more about such issues in order to spread awareness to a larger audience. In such cases, social media tends to be the most effective platform if you wanna be seen, heard and understood. I've tried to open up about my own struggles with mental illness, and as a Psychology student I've also expressed personal views regarding therapy and at what stage one should definitely go for it.

The main emphasis is to try and find strength within yourself to get by, initially. Instead of running around asking for advice, or relying on other individuals; whether they're loved ones or strangers, try to step back, take a deep breath and figure out where you are actually grounded currently.

If your efforts don't yield effective results, then definitely, the better option is to seek help from a licensed/professional therapist.

Being able to vent out and talk about your personal conflicts can definitely relieve you from all the extra stress that stands as a barrier – stopping you from discovering your true potential. A focused mindset is one of the basic requirements for a successful life.

Anyways, I hope this video helps y'all somehow and if it does, don't forget to TELL ME ABOUT IT! ❤️

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//caged//

'I have held myself up for so long after every heartbreak, it took me ages to realise: what I had considered an unassailable mental state, was an illusion; covertly dismantling me until it became physically apparent. On average, I would feel completely normal – following my daily routine without being assaulted by some serious breakdowns. But gradually, my body began showing signs of exhaustion and uneasiness. First came, the frequent migraines. They didn't worry me much because I usually suffered from them, mostly from the lack of tea consumption in a day; but nevertheless, the migraines were the very first of the symptoms. Then came, the difficulty in breathing. In the middle of the night, I would wake up suddenly; my chest heaving and back drenched in cold sweat – trying to take in long breaths to calm my racing heart. The same would happen during the day while working. Out of nowhere, an unusual prickly feeling would grip me throughout, and I'd lose every ounce of breath in me; my adrenaline shooting straight up – making me extremely nauseous and light-headed. A constant battle. There, I was eventually beckoned to show concern. But it still wasn't enough.

Finally, a third wave of suffering struck me – my stomach. One moment, I'd be starving and stuffing food in my mouth and in the next, I would be rushing towards the bathroom to throw it all out. The boundaries I had created to cage myself within, they were being attacked from all sides. My inner self was mourning and grieving, banging her head against the walls she was imprisoned behind – beseeching me to notice I was suffocating her before it was too late.

I had remained in denial by creating a false universe – a project to protect my vulnerability from more harm, for so long, that it was the physical pain – snatching me back to reality.

I could literally feel my brain sighing from tiredness. Overwhelmed and stress-ridden, it blacked out every now and then, leaving me numb. Instead of reflecting on my past that carried the wounds of a decade, I nurtured a decadent self.

I was once known as that one girl who found herself. But oh, she is long gone. Lost to a period of angst and trepidation.'