#lostfeet

[nandanaa]

Never again feel weak for wanting to be loved. The desired to be loved is a strong emotion. When you dismiss yourself for wanting to be loved, you supress a huge emotion inside you and create blockage. And blockage create conflict, self doubt. Yes, self love is very important but wanting that love from someone else when at times you do not have the capacity to love and sooth you, is not a sign of weakness at all. It is a sign of purity and innocence. Keep that alive. It shouldn't make you feel deprived, but this emotion should not make you feel ashamed or guilty either. You are full of love and you are so so insanely lovable.

#love #selftalkdiary #itsokay

[nandanaa]

It's okay not to be okay

Let’s talk about those days—

When my heart feels hollow, my head weighs a cloud,

Step count jumps from eight thousand to thirteen,

Or the watch lies silent by my bedside—unseen.

Let’s address those moments, so tender, so stark,

When light cuts my eyes and darkness feels warm,

I forget to sip water, but food parcels climb high,

Inside—there’s shouting, while tired eyes run dry.

The only reason I rise: my dog needs to be fed,

And I whisper apologies to him, curled on the bed.

Sometimes I wish I could sob from the ache inside,

But my thoughts are a void—nothing terrible to hide.

I reach for my phone, then let it fall down,

Calling a friend feels heavy, so silence I crown.

Mindfulness, cold showers, breath counted in fours—

All seem like theories behind locked doors.

Yes, those days come and go, like distant old friends,

I accept them with kindness, my need to fight ends.

No staying strong, no chasing the sun with a grin—

No breathing exercises, no battling within.

I curl up and feel, let those days pass free,

I don’t resist or invite them—they’re part of me.

Experience flows through me, I let feelings show—

No need to be positive, I let myself go.

For life has whispered: let these moments drift through,

Don’t fight, don’t welcome—just be, and feel true.

Now, softly I say, with compassion and grace,

I love those days too, they help me embrace my own space.

[nandanaa]

An anklet, silver anklet

Little tight for her swollen feet

But, her favorite anklet.

She never wore the left one,

Eventually lost it. The right, felt right.

An oxidized touch of femininity around

Her ankle, made her feel more grounded.

She always flaunted it, with the tattoo, again on her right ankle. The tattoo was the Celtic knot of motherhood.

She felt extremely feminine!

Society said it's sexy, she smiled.

For her, it was her unfulfilled dreams she wore on her feet

As a silver anklet and a black tattoo.

[nandanaa]

One night of chaos-

Middle of the night, I was looking for my earpods. I couldn't find them. The other set was out of charge. I just wanted to stop the sound of dripping water coming from my kitchen which was consuming my mind completely.

I couldn't think, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't focus. It was all about that rhythmic dripping sound which was no more faint, it was like explosions after each couple of seconds.

I wasn't looking at the watch, because I didn't want to know what time it was.

Finally I started counting the droplets, the whole world was silent, it was just me, my mind and counting the sound of dripping water.

1283 drops later I think I fell asleep.

Next morning, as I resumed my day with a smile, I told people the swelling around my eyes is because of oversleeping and I believed it too.

[nandanaa]

And she flows, flows with so much grace and beauty. Sitting by her side on a lonely afternoon, I shared my heart with her. I told her many stories, I laughed when she touched my feet, I got amused the way she made her way through those rocks. It seemed like she heard my tale, it seemed like I loved her grace. But she splashed on my face to tell me that she does not even really care, what my stories are. She has to flow and keep on flowing. The love for her was instantly replaced by dejection.

But, then, she took every single story of mine along with every single wave of hers.

[nandanaa]

Another sunrise, another sunset

Passed by silently;

Ticking clock, racing heart,

Doesn't make me impatiently

Wait for you;

You are just a concept

Where I try to fit people

Who come across as

Lover, well wisher or friend

Just to understand

You were never there for real

So I alone

Walk along

Holding my purple dreams

Of you and me,

With the wish of

Someday, sometime, somewhere

I shall set you free

[noworriesfitnessandnutrition]

This time last year, I'd just lost my feet #poweredbyherbalife #mywarrior #babybump #lostfeet (at Hove Promenade)

[ameliegraphie]

You saw me, your heart stopped, you fell at my feet. #hahaha #premiersecours #iwillsaveyou #lostfeet #pointofview #firstaid #massagecardiaque (at Saint-Brieuc, Bretagne, France)