Day 4# – Acceptance

The only thing that’s worse than depression is when the people you love, don’t understand what you’re going through. Having to prove that your pain matters can considerably make things worse. Ridiculing mental health issues is today’s equivalent of killing a baby. I understand that. Most people don’t understand the intensity of problems with mental health and they say insensitive things like ‘just get over it’ or ‘stop being dramatic’.

The thing is if we could just get over it, we wouldn’t be here in this mess in the first place crying ourselves to sleep every night. It’s a lot more complicated than that. What’s worse than these people who don’t understand are those who exaggerate small discomforts into something huge. I have seen people who compare mood swings to being bipolar. That’s not just misinformed, it’s plain disrespectful.

When you see someone suffering, try to understand it instead of judging its intensity. What is a paper cut to you, could be a stab in the heart to someone else. Everyone’s made differently and we need to accept that. And if you are suffering, give yourself some room. You need not jump back from it immediately. Nothing’s wrong with you. With time everything will get better.

I have bad days and good days. Little things bring me down and I’m often dependent on the people I love. But the rest of the time I can be strong enough to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. One bad day does not make me weak and one amazing day does not make me indestructible. I’m simply human and I seem to have accepted the way I am even though it sucks to be me sometimes. When I struggle I don’t just look at the bright side. That’s delusional. Convincing myself that everything will be okay, when it clearly is not is just dumb. I choose to process it and move on. I’d rather take the time to recover from the ugly truth than sell myself some pretty lies.

– The Obsessive Writer

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Day 1# – Regret, Realisation And Revival

My days lately have had some weird beginnings and ends. I wake up in the middle of the afternoon and I go to sleep at 4 A.M. in the morning. What’s worse than having nothing to do? Having people point out that you have nothing to do. Lazy days are great after a hectic weak. But they can make you feel like a bit of a failure when every day is the same. It’s a paradox. I hate doing nothing but it’s what my body and mind seem to need. It’s like I’m grieving something but I don’t know what it is.

On the worst of days we all have a way out. It’s always something or someone. A sliver of hope that we can hold on to. We often tend to take that way out for granted. I used to rely on people that way. People I hardly spoke to, I would make them carry the weight of my world on days I couldn’t handle it. When they stuck around it didn’t matter much. But now that I seem to have no one I can see the error of my ways.

I have made my peace with loneliness. I even enjoy it sometimes. It’s so ironic. I can never seem to shut up when people are around. But I only talk about irrelevant things. I’ve always secretly been an introvert. I’ve been so good at keeping that a secret that most people think I’m a cheerful outgoing person.

Apart from this incessant ranting, the point of this post is that, I want you to understand that no matter who you are or what you are, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with it if you get gloomy at times. Forcing yourself out of the dumps is not really necessary just because everyone says you have to. Take your own time. Everyone goes about life in their own ways and we have to be respectful of that.

And if you are ready to pull yourself together, a great way to do that is to find out what you’re thankful for. Straight up make a list. Counting your blessings is bound to put a smile on your face. Even a glass of water that someone else may not be able to afford is a blessing in disguise.

– The Obsessive Writer.

Giving People What they Want

Seems like the straightforward thing to do to get them to give you their time of day, isn’t it?

That’s the advice I was given when I said I wanted more readers for my blog. I don’t know what it is about me. Maybe it’s the part of me that’s a writer that is always craving attention. (Sigh) But whenever I moan about not making a good enough impression on any kinda crowd this is what people ALWAYS tell me. “If you want them to like you, give them what they want”.

What happens when you do that? I’m not gonna say that I haven’t tried it. I have. Time and again. Failed and succeeded. The whole shebang. But I think at the end of the day I just stopped being myself. What’s the point in impressing anyone if you did it in the guise of someone else? I don’t understand the satisfaction in that.

I’ve given it some careful thought. I, like every other writer here want my blog to do well. But I’m not suddenly going to start writing about things I don’t care about for the views. Don’t get me wrong. Making my readers happy is important to me. But I believe that they come here for me. So I’m gonna make sure that this site no matter what, stays what it is. I will make sure that whenever you read anything on this site, it always feels like you’re hearing it from this same girl. And thank you for all the support so far. I’ve been a bit down lately but I’m back. 🙂 Stay tuned for more obsession this week!

– The Obsessive Writer.

The Relationship Rule Book.

What defines a good relationship? How far are you willing to adjust for the person you love?

I hear people defining rules and standards for a good, “socially acceptable” relationship every day. It’s hard to not let it get to you. Sometimes it’s easy to let those standards they dictate define your own relationship. It happens to the best of us.

Everyone has their own definition of what’s right and wrong. Is it okay to look at another women as long as it doesn’t get physical? Is it okay as long as the woman you’re attracted to is an actor or any other unattainable person? Whenever I find myself talking about this, I stand corrected. Good men, women, people I respect they all stand by these socially acceptable standards like it’s made of stone. To all of them I say, Fuck you. I do not apologise.

I live by my standards, and my standards only. I decide whether I’m okay with the things the man I love does. We decide what goes and doesn’t go in our relationship.

But in the end, when push comes to shove, all those standards, no matter who makes them, they go in the trash. A good relationship is simply two people who will not be pulled apart even if the whole world tried to split them up. There is a natural feeling of forever when you think of them and even if a mountain suddenly sprouts up in between you two, you’d climb it in a heart beat, without a second thought. That’s what defines a good relationship.

– The Obsessive Writer

The Birthday Post

I was born on the 20th of January, 1998. Birthdays have always meant a lot to me. There were mandatory surprises and friends and family members trying their best to make my day special. I’ve always been lucky when it comes to these things. This year was a little different. It was a little crazy. And there were fewer people involved. Initially I thought it would be a bummer. I wasn’t even excited for this birthday to begin with because I thought the fewer the people, the less fun things would be. But man was I wrong. It’s not the size of the circle. It’s how tightly knit it is, that matters. In my case I just needed one person to have the best 20th birthday anyone could have. I had to write about this because it feels like the end of an era. I can no longer call myself a teenager. That part of my life is over. Being a teenager was literally my identity. In fact a year or so ago even my blog was called “Teenblogzz”. And right now if you searched my blog you will find a million instances where I make teenager references. It feels so strange that I’m not one anymore. But I am happy that I got to do everything I wanted and be everything I wanted to be in these years. There were ups and downs but I wouldn’t change a single detail.So, dear Teenage, It’s been a pleasure. I guess this is good bye. :)- The Obsessive Writer- The Obsessive Writer

I Am My Favourite Writer

I know what this must sound like. If I ever saw a title like that, I’d think two things. One – they’re a narcissist, and two – they’re a bit of a bragger if they’re calling themselves a writer. But honestly, there’s nothing wrong with being a narcissist. You’ll always have someone to love you. Yourself. Anyway, getting to the point of why I’m writing this. Yes there’s more to this than just showing off how obsessed I am with myself. Just hold on a little longer and read through.

When I read something, the degree of how much I like it often depends on how much I can relate. If it’s fiction, I imagine myself as the protagonist. If it’s just some random writing, I see if it applies to me. Sometimes I just wonder if that piece of writing makes me feel anything. So when I go through my blog, each one of those checkboxes gets a little tick. Everything I write is somehow based on personal experiences. So one scroll down the feed on my blog is essentially a stroll down memory lane. Jeez. That’s some quote worthy stuff isn’t it? I get this way when I’m passionate about what I’m saying. You might ask me now. What is the purpose of this post? Well, it’s that no matter who you please or impress. Write for yourself. Write something you’ll be able to look at years or even just days later and smile because of it. Today I feel like a writer. Not because of someone else. Not because of a nice little compliment. I am indeed very thankful for all the wonderful things everyone says. But today I feel like a writer because I scrolled through my blog and enjoyed what I read.

– The Obsessive Writer


If you could relate to this, share your “I am my favourite” story with me in the comments below or in a post of your own and link back to me. I will check it out! 🙂 Happy Blogging!

Never Give Up.

I’ve been blogging for years always hoping for the next big thing, looking forward to that imminent break that I think I’m going to get. Some of us don’t get big breaks. We get small, moderate breaks that we have to live with.

What happens then? I’m constantly battling with this question. Do you give up and go in search of the next thing you might be the best at or do you keep going at whatever you’re doing already?

I purchased this domain a few months ago thinking I’ll do this if I can make the amount of money I put into it within a year. But that’s most likely not going to happen as WordAds doesn’t really yield much profit for a site like mine that barely receives average traffic. Maybe I haven’t satisfied that initial goal but I still feel like I’d rather continue with the blog. I will most likely press the renew button for the domain subscription when the time comes.

I guess this answers the question. To me, it doesn’t matter if I can’t be the best. Well it does matter and not being able to be amazing at this is kind of soul crushing but it doesn’t affect me enough to discourage me. It doesn’t bother me enough to get me to drop this. Because sometimes we get so emotionally invested in a dream that the journey itself seems worthwhile even if there’s a chance that we may never arrive at the rightful destination.

These are the kind of dreams I hope you fight for too. Never give up things that make you who you are. If the thing you’re battling with is also writing/blogging, join me on this relentless crusade. Let’s make the world a better place one blog at a time 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer