In This Castle

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🕯️ About the Castle I am the castle. These halls creak with memory. Some walls have wept. Some still do. Each room you enter here each piece of writing—is something I couldn’t keep inside any longer. My thoughts live like dust in the corners. My stories breathe through the cracks. You’re not just reading… you’re wandering through me. You’ll find: Diary pages dressed up as poems Holy things broken and glittering on the floor Flirty whispers tucked between grief There is pain here. But there is also hope. Somewhere between the ache and the softness, the candle never quite goes out. If you’ve come looking for something quiet and real—welcome. I won’t give you answers. I’ll give you rooms. Some may be locked. Some might know your name. Stay a little while. Or longer.

  • Blog

    I still don’t know what to share on this blog.

    I don’t know if it should be for personal use like diary or to archive makeup looks.

    Hmmm?

  • The Reason for This Title

    I believe we are temples of the Holy Spirit.

    I use the word castle to represent my temple, So when I say “in this castle“, that is everything that I have inside of me.

    I’m giving you my all.

  • Anxiety, You W*tch

    My whole life I have suffered from chronic anxiety.

    I was chained up to anxiety until 2016, when I realized because of anxiety I didn’t do many things, I didn’t take many opportunities.

    On the outside I was cool, calm and collective and I wore an expressionless face, but inside…

    every nerve in my body was raging with anxiety, panic and disorder.

    She had me in twined in every letter of her name, she had me chained to follow her everywhere, she had me choking on everything that I did.

    Nowadays Anxiety wants to crawl up on me like an ant. She wants to spend time with me like an old friend. She wants to talk to me, but I don’t answer.

    There are times when she gets rather close, those are the times where I have to get physical and kick her ass.

  • Confessions

    I don’t know why but sometimes I just want to share the things that I went through and things that trigger my beloved calm anger.

    Somehow I feel like my confessions will be relatable and humorous.

    I want to start a series on Instagram of confessions.

  • 2018

     

    I had a blog back in 2009 or 2010 -I really don’t know when really. I force myself not to remember that first decade of the 2000s.

    But here I am.

    I decided to open my heart once again and write what is in my spirit and mind.

    I do like most social media and if I can be honest, I am really expressive on SnapChat. I see how it’s all visual and it might just be me that thinks that writing and reading is slowly being forgotten or altered.  Those little emojis (which I am obsessed with) and short hand slang are the language now, huh?

    Well, as I let you in my world I am hoping you can keep up and enjoy my humor.