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እንዳላቄም በደሉኝ እንዳልል ያደረገኝን መንፈስ ወይ ምን ባገኝ

የለ የለ አንቺ ነሽ የበደልሽ የሚለኝን ከሳሽ

ቅምጥል ሞልቃቃ
ደግም የትኛው ልብሽ ሊጎዳ?

እዘኑልኝ ባይ ደፋር ነውረኛ
ለበደልሽው ይቅር በለኝ ብልሽ ጨርሰሽ ነው ሌላ ተወቃሽ የምትፈልጊ ተረኛ?

ቀምሮ አሳምሮ እኔኑ ለራሴ ጠላት የሚያደርግ
ማነስን የሚሰብክ ሰው የመሆኔን መብት የሚነጥቅ...

Someday I might write a book and it will ONLY be about the concept of how nothing is permanent.

ታድዬ ከምልባቸው ነገሮች ዋነኛው is having the right people set me straight at the right time.

"ኤጭ አበዛሽው...ቀበጥሽ...ስርዓት ያዢ" መባሌን::

እሹሩሩ ተብዬ ቢሆን ኖሮ best believe I wouldn’t be alive, let alone write this.

I’m growing to hate social media solely for this reason, ትንሹም ትልቁም ማባባል የሚገባው ነገር አይደለም:: ቢሆን ደስ ባለን...some of the things you have to fix your spine up and take them hand in hand.

መድማት እና መቁሰል ያለ ነው but life goes on. If you trap yourself in the loop of over empathizing your traumatic experiences, there’s no breaking the cycle. አዲስ ነገር የለም...ሁሉም እንዲዳክር እኛም ዳካሪዎች ነን (I doubt that’s a word.)

እንደ እኔ ሰላመኛው solution is እንደምንም deal አድርጎ for the next battle grounds ራስን ማጎበዝ እና ሻል ብሎ መገኘት ነው::

You have to die and lose your breath a little to live.

እንጃ እንግዲህ :)

Is there anyone who is (or knows) a psychology student in one of the universities in Tigray? Please DM this account @beamofluck

ድሮ ድሮ አባዬ ቅርጫ ቤት ያስገባ ነበር...በሬው እኛ ቤት ነበር የሚታረደው:: በዓል በመጣ ቁጥር ጉጉቴ በሬው ሲታረድ "ልይ በናታችሁ" እያልኩ ማልቀስ ነበር...traumatize እንዳያደርገኝ መሆኑ ነው ክልከላው:: የእኔስ ምን ይሉታል ግን? ከዛ ደግሞ ሁላችንም ተሰብስበን እስክንጫጫ...ምንም ደህና ነገር አናደርግም እኮ እሪ ለማለት ብቻ::

አሁን አሁን ደግሞ ጉጉት ቀርቶ ገና ሳስበው ደርሶ ማልቀስ ነው የሚያምረኝ:: ትንሽ ትንሽ እያለ በዓሉም...ሰዉም ለዛ እና ጠረኑን አጥቷል:: ምን ማጅራታችንን እንዳለን ብቻ እንጃ!

እናንተ! Merry Christmas💜

At this point y’all know how much I detest people in ቀበሌ, almost jumped an old lady today.

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እናናዬ loved አውቶብስ so much.
If I said I had somewhere to be the next day her usual response is “ምን ችግር አለው ታድያ ይህቺ ቁጥር ታደርስሻለች...ስትመለሺም ከዛው ታገኛለሽ"
She worked at my school, from fourth grade to finishing high school we were together every morning and after school. The morning banters I miss so much, “እናና እኔ በ ባስ አልሄድም" "ታክሲ እኮ የለም ቆመሽ ታድርያታለሽ".
And after school “ዲቦዬ ነይ ቶሎ እንውጣ 87 እንዳታመልጠን" "ጎሽ 19 መጣች ነይ ቶሎ"
I was ashamed of using bus as a means of transportation because you know, teen complexes. I would give my life and everything to get to experience a bus ride with her again.
I’ve been avoiding the bus, pretend I didn’t see it. Even when I’m super late and I’m panicking. I took the bus the other day and suddenly she was everywhere. I also used to tuck my left hand in the crook of her elbow everyday, an explanation for why I fidget with my hands every morning not knowing what to do with them.
Insane how they’re no longer here but always make sure to stay in the most painful ways.

I don’t know what I expected my life to look like when I tirelessly dedicated myself to becoming a psychologist. By tirelessly dedicate I mean, fight my doubts and daily encourage myself it’s the right road.

If anything this job has taught me is that I absolutely knew nothing of this life and how emotionally draining it could be.

One day it’s the society, the other it’s being so torn apart about the reality of mental health and somedays it’s giving up believing there’s nothing more you can do.

I expect so much of myself, to help, fix, change and sometimes do miracles.
When I fall short of all these, I hate everything about the world and myself.

The little progresses I see everyday are more than answers and a push to whatever the future of this career holds.

I’ve understood without my will the “this too shall pass”s of life never end. I don’t think we’re meant to truly grasp our potential for enduring. Because there’s always, always something you’re getting through and figuring out. It’s a first crush ending up in rejection “this too shall pass” onto the truest form of heartbreak “this too shall pass” and a failed career path of course “this too shall pass” it’s a getting a declined application and being fired “this too shall pass” a grief and finding life again “this too shall pass” it never, never ends. The trick is to stay still with everything that ebbs and flows. The trick is to pause for a moment and remember what it’s all about.

Dreamt of handwriting my book lmao, bout time we actually live up to the name y’all be giving me?

ግዙ እናንተ :)

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Not long ago, right after graduation I felt so weak, almost everything became out of my control. Just standing there as my resilience was falling apart and there was absolutely nothing I could do. How I couldn’t see life and hope had me thinking I was blind.

Do you have certain prayers you can’t forget? It was a Saturday evening, I remember my heart and body shaking so bad I believed life finally got to me after years and I’m just going to be a failed storyline. I kneeled down and all I said was “father fight for me, because I don’t think I’m going to come up the other side this time.”

I love how God puts you in shambles only for him to pick up the pieces up with so much grace and beauty like never before. I waited in silence, I left whatever that took life out of me on that floor and got up reassured he’s got it, as he always does.

But did he show up? Did he fight for me? Beautifully! That now I have more reasons to be a witness of how real he is.

A 3 am sob woke me up today, it was April and February all over again. Everything is temporary besides grief, that’s the one thing that will make a constant appearance in your days and dreams. You cry, you question life again and move forward until it bumps into you on your way to work.

Warped Timelines


“ላይችል አይሰጥም” የሚለው ተረት እውነት ቢሆን ኖሮ
አንችን ለኔ አይነቱ አይሰጥም ነበር፣
ምክንያቱም፣ አልቻልኩም።

Sometimes
I can’t help but wonder why.
Why I love this emptiness,
More than I ever loved you.

Maybe it was that distinct piano note I used to hear
At our favorite coffee shop.
Damn!
Six years already?
How time flies!
I wish I could break its wings
with the endless violent thoughts
that intrude my good days.
Don’t even ask about my bad ones.

And maybe it was the tight grip
your soft hands
had on the rough, callous palms
I yielded after carrying the weight of my sins
And after writing whenever
I was damned to catch a break.
You told me that you wished your shoulders
Were never dislocated
Just so you could be able to
Have my arms wrapped around you.
Was that true?
Or was it yet another excuse
In your invisible handbook?

To yearn is to bleed in an open sea
Whose biggest shark is Lucifer himself.
I never missed you since the day you left my life,
But I always think of all that there was,
And all of what could have been.

But revisionism is a tool that’s
Used to make he with good memories
Look a mighty old fool.

“I’m better off without you.
I’m better off without you.”

I recite in front of the mirror
As if I don’t already know it’s true.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why
I want to try and proof that
Ice indeed melts in the sun,
And I indeed smile in your absence.

But still,
I always have something that drags me back
To wanting to prove the already proven.

Foolishness!
Is that even my hobby?
Maybe it is.
What I do know?
What I do know,
Is I’m knee deep into the emptiness,
To the point where I’ll be damned
If I let you, or anybody in.

But within this confine and the crevices amidst,
I still think of all that there was and all of what could have been
And compare it to all that there is.

Sometimes
Timelines make the unlikeliest of allies
Cross each other’s paths,
And I
can’t help but wonder why,
Of all people,
You were the ally I was begging the timelines to hand me.

Foolishness
Is my enemy, yet I still cohabit with it.

But reality is, that
I’m better off without you,
And I’ll be damned if I let you in,
Even though you’ve never left my mind.

Alright, currently witnessing two kids in class hold a conversation (boy & girl). No fear of eye contact, holding hands or anything. Just raw love and joy running all over their faces. Yep I’m dreading the day I decided to grow up.

ሃሎ! Anyone with siblings or close family members with special needs? How’s your experience like? How do you understand their patterns or the working of their brains? Do let me know :)