I’m a turbulent silence. I suffer from trauma of unfinished feelings. My insecurities are unforgiving, they never miss an opportunity to toss me back and forth. I’m in a constant state of fear and panic with a good measure of anxiety. It is as though the tempests of the ocean have found solace in my chest.
And so I write. I speak of everything – my breakdowns, my insanity, my demons, absolutely everything. I want to speak of them with astonishment and respect and heartbreaking sadness. I want to invest in my demons with inordinate beauty, consecrate them with the dignity of my attention. There will never be gargoyles in my work, just defiled angels crying to go home.
I don’t know what I would become of me if I didn’t write.
I long to breathe.
My name’s Baone Peace Moalosi. A 20 year old Finance student and part time writer. My work is mainly concerned with mental health illnesses and I’m here to let you know that you are not alone. We have those demons in our heads too.
I hope you enjoy.
PS
I’m doing this blogging thing for the first time.
Peace 