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  • thehealer10 1d

    "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."

    - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Hearth disease has been labeled the silent killer, which the more I discover about the human psyche and how it affects are bodies, I couldn't agree more with the label.

    There are people we interact with everyday that are half a second away from being done with this world. They smile, many even make us smile; all while struggling to even put a coherent sentence together.

    No one really knows or understand what depression is or where it comes from but we do have great working theories and guesses. We have even found a way to blame the brain.

    In the end they're just that, guesses and theories. Everyone's depression is different.

    One thing I do know is love helps.
    It does not end the fight and its hard to say it makes it easier, but it definitely helps.

    What are you going to do to spread love today?

    "Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet."

    Ned Vizzini

    #quotes #quote #quoteoftheday #time #sleep #quotestoliveby #sleeping #qualitytime #depressed #quotesaboutlife #quotesoftheday #rest #deep #timelapse #relaxtime #timeflies #poetryisnotdead #timeless #storytime #times #restday #deepthoughts #quotesforlife #sleeptime #deepquotes #depressionhelp #depressionawareness #sleepwell

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    Deep Rest

    Stuck but not frozen in time
    The sun keeps rising and the moon is still shining living space is in disarray, it's always bedtime
    The internet says my Chakras need realigning

    I have food and shelter
    Work is steady and my health is otherwise fine
    It must be a receptor
    These bouts have plagued me since I was nine

    What do you do when the enemy is your mind
    Plenty of reasons to smile but still need a cure
    It's my own fault, my thoughts are impure
    No time to waste back to the grind


  • sanwari_ladki 1w


    रातों को जब नींद ना आये,
    तो खुली आँखों से ख्वाबों को देखने लगे जाए,
    आंखे किसी मोड़ पर थक जायेंगी,
    और नींद भी आ जाएंगी।

  • unnatural 2w

    ಎದ್ದೇಳಕ್ಕೆ ಮನ್ಸಾಗಲ್ಲ ������

    ನಾ ತಬ್ಬಿಕೊಂಡ ದಿಂಬು,
    ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡ ರಗ್ಗು,
    ಚಳಿಗೆ ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲಾರಿಗೂ ಹಾಸಿಗೆ ಜೊತೆ ನಂಟು.


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    ನಾ ತಬ್ಬಿಕೊಂಡ ದಿಂಬು,
    ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡ ರಗ್ಗು,
    ಚಳಿಗೆ ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲಾರಿಗೂ ಹಾಸಿಗೆ ಜೊತೆ ನಂಟು.

  • bad_habit 3w

    Have you ever sacrifice your sleep for someone? Where are they now?

    — Running someone else's sleep...

  • unnatural 4w

    The best part of the day is sleeping ��, who doesn't love it ��

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    ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಕಾಡಿಸ ಬೇಡ,
    ದಿನವಿಡೀ ನಿನ್ನ ಪಠಣೆಯಿಂದ
    ಸುಸ್ತಾದ ನನಗೆ ನಿದ್ದೆಯ ಅಪ್ಪುಗೆ ಇರಲಿ.

  • iamsmk 4w


    It's rare for people without mobile, what's even rare than this is getting an 8hr sound sleep

  • sitstillinthecarplease 4w


    Sundown: the luminous aura slips
    beneath the sea.
    I watched as waves fell still
    and traced stars across the sable canopy.
    Moonlight peers through bare branches
    as pine wavers and sycamore dances.
    Sundown, my saunter into dreams.

  • aliciagalot 5w

    It's a good, until you've experienced sleep paralysis.
    Feels like death!! @writersnetwork @miraquill #sleep #sleepparalysis #haunting #breathe #soul #life #death

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    Same time
    Every night - 3:00am
    The devil comes in and sits on my chest
    A weight so heavy
    My body tries to shift
    From sleep to sucking air
    A gasp so silent no one hears
    No ones here
    He tells me stories of murder
    He puts two fingers in my mouth
    Holds down my tongue
    Tries to suck out my soul
    Gets angry when I laugh
    Like you did
    3:30am, with the made up idea
    In his head
    If there was anything left
    Inside of me
    He was strong enough to
    Steal it

  • sitstillinthecarplease 5w


    A ribbon of wind slips through my window,
    swirling from a wavered pine,
    and calms me with it's cool caress
    as moonbeams bathe the timberline.
    Starlight crests this indigo vault
    o’er a land for silence to entwine.
    My eyes fall heavy and dim in the darkness,
    asleep in a mantle for dreams to enshrine.

  • brown_ocolus 5w

    Can I?

    Can I love myself?
    Through a gate that creates no shadows,
    In the glimmer of the sun,
    Will I see myself like a star?
    Or the clouds that wrap them?

    If I love myself,
    Will I love the sky?
    For the blue it chose,
    Instead of the dark that it is?
    Like the curtain it puts,
    Will I smile?

    Can I not hate myself?
    Will I not hate the wild?
    In a crowd of certainties,
    Could there be a life,
    That brings a lot of smiles?

    If I stop hating myself,
    Will I not hate the mind?
    The most complex of all,
    The one that makes me write?
    Would I stop thinking,
    About what am I?

    Should I give it a try?
    Or across this idea,
    Should I just walk by?
    Too tired to analyse,
    Should I just let it die?

  • redmaplequotes 5w

    Our sleep is where we start to believe the impossible.

  • unnatural 5w

    Lizards, I hate Lizards �� ��

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    ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬರದ ದೇಹಕ್ಕೆ,
    ಲೋಚ್ ಗುಟ್ಟುವ ಹಲ್ಲಿಯ ಸಾಂತ್ವನ.

  • raman_writes 6w


    सवाल पूछे जाए नींद ना आने का सबब जाना जाए ।

    चर्चा की जाए बस मोहब्बत का नाम ना लिया जाए ।।


  • inoxorable 6w


    रात यानी पुरानी यादों का एक गुमनाम पहर
    जिसमें नींद का सौदा किया जाता है

  • unsung_seagull 7w

    On how not to sleep. Withering to sleep is an underrated skill.

    #howto #wod #pod @writersnetwork #sleepless #sleep #insomnia #insomia


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    Sleep Paralysis

    I wage wars on
    The ceiling of
    My room.

    Write theories
    On walls with
    The flutter of my eyes.

    I wrestle with
    My pillow from
    Left, right to wrong.

    My bed knows it all,
    About the
    Bloodshed in my mind.

    I don't fall asleep
    Just like that.

    Caught up in the
    Whirlpool of

    Fighting these
    Thoughts of mine.

    Hoping, Choking.

    I wither to sleep.


  • bmp_365 7w

    I can't sleep

    I can't sleep
    As my neighbors
    Think they are
    Mariah Carey yet
    They are failing to
    Understand that me
    And my beauty sleep
    We belong together.
    If my neighbors
    Think they are Mariah
    Carey then I should
    Accompany them to
    The Idols so I can
    Get my beauty sleep
    Because we belong
    My neighbors are
    Chasing away my
    Dreams as I all hear
    Is their voices
    Singing we Belong
    Together as I wish
    I could get my dreams
    Back because we
    Belong together.


  • grangergirl87 7w


    As evening turns into night, the mist of memories condense to form a soild wall I bang upon desperately.
    Desperate to grab a chance to reach this illusive sleep.
    Myriads of fragmented pictures of yesteryears form clouds of regrets and reminiscence, firing my neurons in an eccentric way.
    I bang upon the closed gate of peace , again and again, just to get a glimpse of oh so illusive sleep!
    The nights turn darker, denser than before.My scream doesn't reach its abyss of indifference.
    The pieces of my soul gather up their last ounce of life to conjure up some dreams from thin air.
    I close my eyes, the pieces form a tattered map to the delusion of enigmatic future.
    I close my eyes and drift into the heady flow of subconscious.

  • suchetna 7w


    Stranded ... I am stranded, untethered, i'm bobbing like a cork in the open waters, unhindered.
    Misguided I am waiting for the guidance. Which is the next roundabout, the next turn?
    Days which turn into bleak nights and again into days, the cycle is now like my lullaby.
    It lulls me into deep sleep, when sleep is all I need to defy
    I am dreaming, dreaming in the broad day and in the night; my dream land full of of wonders.
    The characters of my dream grow real each day, I can soon touch them and speak to them.
    Let me sleep some more, and I will bring my dreams to life, you'll see too.
    It's a sweet nothingness, this feeling of being pulled into the abyss.. the dark, empty space calls me to itself.
    There is no waking up.. the reality and dreams merge into one and very soon it will become one.
    I am sleeping... I want to sleep, for if I get up and open my eyes the questions will haunt me.
    What did I do? These fairy songs which lulled me to deep sleep, which kept me from getting up, they were written by my bloody hands..
    Hands which killed my dream, now want to kill me too... they're putting me to sleep!


  • acemaster 8w

    Awake at Night

    Sometimes you randomly wake up
    You don't see the sun, but still you are up
    It's 3 am in the middle of the night
    Why the hell are you up, when there is no daylight
    Your mind wanders, thinking what to do
    Thinking what you did, thinking what you will do
    Shall I watch something? Nah I should go to sleep,
    Shall I talk to someone? Everyone I know asleep,
    You then realise, that being awake is not the problem
    You have no one to share it with, being alone is the problem
    If only there was someone to respond to you
    Someone crazy enough to stay awake, chat with you,
    Someone who will talk until we are done for the day
    Someone who will smile when we sleep sleep away
    Maybe it is too much to ask, I realise
    Just someone to hug and sleep, that would suffice

  • yoyoshatalkswalksnrocks_ 8w

    I have no dreams. It's been long since I dreamt of the clear sky with the colourful underlining of dots....maybe flowers, they were..... But very well... Now, instead, I have this imagery, so vague and unclear, replacing this once so-called dream of mine. This imagery is ironically something that cannot be imagined or visualised.. It's something that can only be felt and this feeling somewhere forms a little 'picture' of haziness, darkness, ambiguity and 'anxiety' in my chest rather than my head now and hence, I call it imagery. But imagery is probably not the correct term... And for matter of fact, probably to begin with there was no dream to start with and rather all that I had were expectations which I now wish to hold onto no longer.. These expectations, now, probably are the things turning into this little 'picture' of haziness, darkness, ambiguity and 'anxiety' in my chest.

    I feel no need to write more for the fear that this darkness will turn into a pure and grounded picture which will lead me to write more. Contradictions are the only things left for me to express. .....probably.

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #contradictions #sleep #dreams #no_sleep #no_dreams #why

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    No dreams left to sleep