Pemphigus Vulgaris- 11 things to remember

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 What this journey has taught me? Starting with simple affirmations and yearning for them to become true is where I stand today! 'That's okay! Better days are ahead of you, it's going to be fine.' They seem simpler, but the darkest times taught me that it isn't simple to hold on to them when you see your life falling apart. Picking yourself up and having the will to redesign it from scratch—everything depends on these words. So, repeat them until you make it through! YOU GOT THIS. 11 things to remember  1.   You can’t control everything and that’s absolutely okay! 2.   You will learn along the journey; every person is different thus every day is a learning , that’s okay! 3.  You will learn to love and appreciate your life. 4.   You will find ways to manage symptoms even at cost of every flare up, that’s okay! 5.   The journey is long and tiring. It’s a marathon ; with its finish line still out of sight, but t hat’s okay! 6.    Embrace your ...

Poem- The callous soul

Poem - THE CALLOUS SOUL

Pemphigus vulgaris- the callous soul (poem)
The callous soul - RGK


She wore down till her last shade
           when you complained of the stain.
Through the shattered mirror, 
        she gazing over her wilted weather's pain.

Streams from her eyes trace down her parched lips;
 they fumed as if she tasted the ocean in her dips.
Time swept her sore sole
    as her heart blistered upon their desertion.

And you complained of her, for the callous!
The callous soul, for once, 
          envied death over existence.

-RGK
KAVINAYAA (aka) KAVITHRA



Briefing the poem :

She stood along their hardships when they mocked over her pain. She almost lost her identity with the reality and viewed the world inside her lifeless just like the winter weather. The faded features of hers are overwhelmed by the sensation of the salt in her tears pressing her cracked lips and understanding the fact that time doesn’t wait for any and moving by enduring the pain that her feet has felt along the waiting and her heart pounding to be heard, only to her disappointment they flee at the sight of risk and named her for being emotionless unsympathetic numb etc.Thus, the unsympathetic numb soul learned an emotion called envy. The sight of fall brought shades to lifeless, the view of nothingness she envied, she envied the death upon her own existence.

This poem is preserved on acknowledging the internal turmoil faced upon the critics placed by ton. The ton in here are the society; call out for judgments before empathy, condescending over humility. The victim roles taken by the ton when asked to be the receiver, the one she has always been. 

It is hurtful to look back and realise that all along the path there was no companion in real than the mere illusion I created upon the scary travel.

I am someone who always believes that death is overrated and living takes more courage and I still stand by it, but sometimes the escape feels too real, the complete disassociation from the reality is as tempting as…… 


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