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Whispers within..

I always thought of high school as a labyrinth—a maze where everyone seemed to know the way out but me. Home was no better, a place that once felt warm but had grown cold and full of tension.

I spent hours in my room, not in solitude but in conversation—with myself. I’d narrate my day to the four walls, sometimes wondering if they’d answer back. At times, I’d replay memories of happier times, picking apart every detail. Those quiet talks became my lifeline. I told myself everything I couldn’t say to anyone else. Slowly, I began to understand the girl in the mirror. I learned to name the ache in my chest, the fleeting joys, and the gnawing fears.

People at school called me quiet. Some mistook it for arrogance, others for shyness. In truth, I was simply overwhelmed. The world outside seemed too loud, too fast. I preferred the company of my thoughts, where I could move at my own pace. But it wasn’t all bad. Those hours of introspection planted seeds of self-awareness. I began to see patterns in myself—why I avoided certain situations, why certain words stung more than they should.

Years passed, and now here I am—an adult, or at least trying to be. I’ve grown adept at socializing, though it still feels like wearing a costume. Beneath the practiced smiles and polite laughs, I’m still the same girl who talks to herself. Only now, the conversations are quieter, woven into the rhythm of my day.

I overthink everything—whether I said the right thing, whether my work is good enough, whether people like me. It’s exhausting, but it has its gifts. Am told am a good listener, guess I became one not because I have to but because I understand how much it matters. I see the cracks in people’s words, the pain they try to hide, and I try to be the person I once needed—someone who listens without judgment.

Today... I again maneuver through my memory lane and end up wondering about the future. Will I ever outgrow this need to analyze every moment? Or is this just who I am? I think about the girl I used to be and the woman I’ve become, and I realize I’m still walking through that labyrinth. The difference is, now, I’m not searching for the exit.

Life just goes on, messy and unpredictable. I don’t know what’s coming, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point isn’t to find the way out, but to keep walking, one step at a time, through the maze..

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Aww nyc thread bae @Solara
I haven't figured out whether 'm talkative ya silent
introvert ya extrovert
till thy sec. Just moving with thy pace, letting life go with thy flow.
well crafted: )
Cheers!!
 
Your words resonate deeply with me even though my experience was different. For me it wasn't a labyrinth, it was a time of happiness and simplicity. But I can feel the weight of what you've experienced and it's so beautifully written. It takes immense courage to sit with yourself and truly understand yourself even when it feels overwhelming.
I just want to say this to u that surrender to ur feelings. Let them flow whether they r messy, painful or joyful. Don't be afraid to feel everything fully- sadness, fear, love, and hope. They're all part of u shaping who u are.
Sometimes the beauty lies in walking through the labyrinth without a map, simply trusting yourself to take one step at a time. Be kind to yourself. You’re doing better than you think.
And also if you ever feel like you need to share anything, I’m a good listener too. You can safely spill the tea to me, preferably with some chai and pakode. :call:
 
Your words resonate deeply with me even though my experience was different. For me it wasn't a labyrinth, it was a time of happiness and simplicity. But I can feel the weight of what you've experienced and it's so beautifully written. It takes immense courage to sit with yourself and truly understand yourself even when it feels overwhelming.
I just want to say this to u that surrender to ur feelings. Let them flow whether they r messy, painful or joyful. Don't be afraid to feel everything fully- sadness, fear, love, and hope. They're all part of u shaping who u are.
Sometimes the beauty lies in walking through the labyrinth without a map, simply trusting yourself to take one step at a time. Be kind to yourself. You’re doing better than you think.
And also if you ever feel like you need to share anything, I’m a good listener too. You can safely spill the tea to me, preferably with some chai and pakode. :call:
Chai n Pakode- ordered! Come wid me- lemme talk
:giggle:
 
Aww nyc thread bae @Solara
I haven't figured out whether 'm talkative ya silent
introvert ya extrovert
till thy sec. Just moving with thy pace, letting life go with thy flow.
well crafted: )
Cheers!!
Thnx love ! :)
Don't need to categorise yourself baby girl. You're awesome the way u r !
More power to u *kisses*
 
Wait, let me take my jukebox along with me! :headphones: I’m all ears for my beauties, just let your heart out. I'm here, I'm here...:inlove:
R u coming 2 hear me out ya sooth yr ears wid thy juke box lol:giggle:
anyway, glad I have a *reserved* listener whenever 'm pissed off


:hearteyes:
Thnx love ! :)
Don't need to categorise yourself baby girl. You're awesome the way u r !
More power to u *kisses*
Ha ha, true....... But it's not a *categorizing*- more a kinda self-analysis
Parcel those *kisses*!!xx
 
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Your words resonate deeply with me even though my experience was different. For me it wasn't a labyrinth, it was a time of happiness and simplicity. But I can feel the weight of what you've experienced and it's so beautifully written. It takes immense courage to sit with yourself and truly understand yourself even when it feels overwhelming.
I just want to say this to u that surrender to ur feelings. Let them flow whether they r messy, painful or joyful. Don't be afraid to feel everything fully- sadness, fear, love, and hope. They're all part of u shaping who u are.
Sometimes the beauty lies in walking through the labyrinth without a map, simply trusting yourself to take one step at a time. Be kind to yourself. You’re doing better than you think.
And also if you ever feel like you need to share anything, I’m a good listener too. You can safely spill the tea to me, preferably with some chai and pakode. :call:
Yeap yeap !! Each time I'd talk to myself... I've gone through past, present situations... Analysed myself... Quoting my bestie - "did a postmortem of my emotions" :D and today when I talk to ppl, listen to them, share my experiences.. I know am speaking with a certain level / depth of awareness.... Making it more relatable to my listener.
Ty for ur words baby girl *smooches* :D i know ya got my back ! Grateful for ur love. *Green hearts* !
 
:emo: R u coming 2 hear me out ya sooth yr ears wid thy juke box lol:giggle:
anyway, glad I have a *reserved* listener whenever 'm pissed off:hearteyes:

Ha ha, true....... But it's not a *categorizing*- more a kinda self-analysis
Parcel those *kisses*!!xx
Ya need a listener ?? Am here
:kiss:
 
A very interesting and well written journey, Solara. Thank you for sharing it with us. I'm usually not a big reader, but here of late, you new friends and writers here at the forum have caught my attention and captivated me with your adventures. Solara, may your path ahead be a smooth and fun one filled with lots of hugs along the way.


Hug O' War
By
Shel Silverstein


I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins

I am here and my eyes and ears are always open. *Hugs* ;)
 
A very interesting and well written journey, Solara. Thank you for sharing it with us. I'm usually not a big reader, but here of late, you new friends and writers here at the forum have caught my attention and captivated me with your adventures. Solara, may your path ahead be a smooth and fun one filled with lots of hugs along the way.


Hug O' War
By
Shel Silverstein


I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins

I am here and my eyes and ears are always open. *Hugs* ;)
Why's ppl making me all emotional todaaayyyy *sniffles* *sniffles*

Did i say you da besht?? Yeah I did... Quite a few times and ima say it again !!! You da beshtesttt *jump hugs* *wipes my tears n nosey on ur shoulder*

Hahhahaha
 
I always thought of high school as a labyrinth—a maze where everyone seemed to know the way out but me. Home was no better, a place that once felt warm but had grown cold and full of tension.

I spent hours in my room, not in solitude but in conversation—with myself. I’d narrate my day to the four walls, sometimes wondering if they’d answer back. At times, I’d replay memories of happier times, picking apart every detail. Those quiet talks became my lifeline. I told myself everything I couldn’t say to anyone else. Slowly, I began to understand the girl in the mirror. I learned to name the ache in my chest, the fleeting joys, and the gnawing fears.

People at school called me quiet. Some mistook it for arrogance, others for shyness. In truth, I was simply overwhelmed. The world outside seemed too loud, too fast. I preferred the company of my thoughts, where I could move at my own pace. But it wasn’t all bad. Those hours of introspection planted seeds of self-awareness. I began to see patterns in myself—why I avoided certain situations, why certain words stung more than they should.

Years passed, and now here I am—an adult, or at least trying to be. I’ve grown adept at socializing, though it still feels like wearing a costume. Beneath the practiced smiles and polite laughs, I’m still the same girl who talks to herself. Only now, the conversations are quieter, woven into the rhythm of my day.

I overthink everything—whether I said the right thing, whether my work is good enough, whether people like me. It’s exhausting, but it has its gifts. Am told am a good listener, guess I became one not because I have to but because I understand how much it matters. I see the cracks in people’s words, the pain they try to hide, and I try to be the person I once needed—someone who listens without judgment.

Today... I again maneuver through my memory lane and end up wondering about the future. Will I ever outgrow this need to analyze every moment? Or is this just who I am? I think about the girl I used to be and the woman I’ve become, and I realize I’m still walking through that labyrinth. The difference is, now, I’m not searching for the exit.

Life just goes on, messy and unpredictable. I don’t know what’s coming, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point isn’t to find the way out, but to keep walking, one step at a time, through the maze..

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Excellent one solara as beautiful as you are ❤️
 
Why's ppl making me all emotional todaaayyyy *sniffles* *sniffles*

Did i say you da besht?? Yeah I did... Quite a few times and ima say it again !!! You da beshtesttt *jump hugs* *wipes my tears n nosey on ur shoulder*

Hahhahaha
Thank You, Solara! You're a great person yourself. My shoulder is always available. lol ;)
 
I always thought of high school as a labyrinth—a maze where everyone seemed to know the way out but me. Home was no better, a place that once felt warm but had grown cold and full of tension.

I spent hours in my room, not in solitude but in conversation—with myself. I’d narrate my day to the four walls, sometimes wondering if they’d answer back. At times, I’d replay memories of happier times, picking apart every detail. Those quiet talks became my lifeline. I told myself everything I couldn’t say to anyone else. Slowly, I began to understand the girl in the mirror. I learned to name the ache in my chest, the fleeting joys, and the gnawing fears.

People at school called me quiet. Some mistook it for arrogance, others for shyness. In truth, I was simply overwhelmed. The world outside seemed too loud, too fast. I preferred the company of my thoughts, where I could move at my own pace. But it wasn’t all bad. Those hours of introspection planted seeds of self-awareness. I began to see patterns in myself—why I avoided certain situations, why certain words stung more than they should.

Years passed, and now here I am—an adult, or at least trying to be. I’ve grown adept at socializing, though it still feels like wearing a costume. Beneath the practiced smiles and polite laughs, I’m still the same girl who talks to herself. Only now, the conversations are quieter, woven into the rhythm of my day.

I overthink everything—whether I said the right thing, whether my work is good enough, whether people like me. It’s exhausting, but it has its gifts. Am told am a good listener, guess I became one not because I have to but because I understand how much it matters. I see the cracks in people’s words, the pain they try to hide, and I try to be the person I once needed—someone who listens without judgment.

Today... I again maneuver through my memory lane and end up wondering about the future. Will I ever outgrow this need to analyze every moment? Or is this just who I am? I think about the girl I used to be and the woman I’ve become, and I realize I’m still walking through that labyrinth. The difference is, now, I’m not searching for the exit.

Life just goes on, messy and unpredictable. I don’t know what’s coming, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point isn’t to find the way out, but to keep walking, one step at a time, through the maze..

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Life, like a maze, doesn’t always have a clear exit, but it's about learning to navigate it with understanding. Embracing who you are, with all the overthinking and introspection, is part of the journey. Sometimes, it's not about finding the way out, but moving forward with each step, accepting the messiness along the way. Keep walking, your steps matter.
 
Hey Solara,
it is a little bit difficult to find the right words, but I will try ;-):

When I read your lines, and I have read them several times, it seems to me that you long for change, that you want to break out of your world.

I think a lot of people want that because they are dissatisfied with the current situation. In my opinion, a certain amount of dissatisfaction is important in order to set goals for change and to develop further. Are your very, very personal words, your lines a first attempt to change your situation by sharing it with us?

Set goals for change if you want it and try to achieve them, failing is not a problem, not trying can be a problem. Take control of your life, don't wait for something to happen. Achieving a goal that you have set for yourself is a good feeling...

I think you shouldn't stop trying to find the exit, otherwise you'll be trapped forever...

Thank you for your story ...
 
When I read your lines, and I have read them several times, it seems to me that you long for change, that you want to break out of your world.
There was a time ngl I wanted to break free from it very desperately coz I didn't know how to handle it. Talking to myself was not a deliberate attempt when I first did.. it jus happened and it felt good. So I jus kept at it.

I think a lot of people want that because they are dissatisfied with the current situation. In my opinion, a certain amount of dissatisfaction is important in order to set goals for change and to develop further. Are your very, very personal words, your lines a first attempt to change your situation by sharing it with us?
What I shared at the start of the post was my past.. and ofcourse nothing can be done about it. And no.. I wouldn't wanna change anything either coz whatever I am today is coz of the journey I've had and I don't think am in a bad space :)

I think you shouldn't stop trying to find the exit, otherwise you'll be trapped forever...
I strive to find closure for any troubling memory. If it's from the past, I think, i analyse, i process the episode repeatedly until am at peace and have accepted it. That's my way to unclog my mind... But then there's always another that'll come up ! It's forever an ongoing process :D which is what I meant when I wrote "one step at a time".

Thank you for the time u spend and genuinely state ur POV.. always leaving scope for a good discussion. Thank u Sunny guy :)
 
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Thank you for taking the time to read my lines and answering in such detail, I'm very pleased. I really try to understand everything correctly and to formulate my answers in such a way that they reflect my thoughts (which are brewing in German... ) as I imagine them... unfortunately I don't always succeed... so please bear with me...

I think (or do I know that, or do I just think that I know it...?) that you are someone who listens very carefully to your own feelings and who is therefore sensitive to them. Being able to talk about something that is bothering you, in whatever form, is liberating.

I often envy people who don't think about tomorrow and have already forgotten yesterday, because I think they often have it a little easier in life.

You have found your way, which is fine and satisfying for you. Being content is a gift that is very valuable and increasingly rare to find.

It is important that you are satisfied with the result, how you achieve it is secondary.

But why do you have so many memories that worry you, that they keep coming back...? Would you like this process to end or are you now happy to face the challenge because you have learned to deal with it?
 
But why do you have so many memories that worry you, that they keep coming back...? Would you like this process to end or are you now happy to face the challenge because you have learned to deal with it?
Fresh wounds ofcourse need attention right...? :)

Most memories bad or sad, don't worry me anymore once I've processed them the way I mentioned earlier... They then become lessons that I often revisit.. that's all.

I would never want this process to end .. Nope ! Never. It's a tried, tested and successful process for me. It gave me answers, gave me peace. If not this, I'd be going on n on in a forever loop and wouldn't want that, do we?
 
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