le voyage

In October 2015, I took an indefinite break from Art School to address my depression and high anxiety. Since then, I have documented the feelings, thoughts, and steps I’ve taken to remedy the situation. Through this Category or Tag- Le Voyage, I have collected all those posts in one easy to find section.

Here’s a link to my Le Voyage post.

It has been a long journey where I had to search for my personality and I know that it’s been worthwhile.

In 2017, I was comfortable enough to finally say “character gotten” and now the journey continues with trying to stay true to myself, living my passions, and as Jane Austen says, “I wish as well as everybody else to be perfectly happy but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.” So, in my own way, I am traveling the path I feel makes me happiest.

It has not been an easy treck. If you’d like to join me, check out Le Voyage Category for more stuff about my journey with depression.

Or keep updated through my Twitter: @darumarox or keep tabs of YouTube videos where I share a bit of my journey here and there through my novel Listening to Georgiana.

Here are cornerstone life posts:

dream home


In the further future, I’m thinking of moving to a European country. I also want to study abroad later in my life. I mean, sure traveling sounds real
 nice, but I’m thinking more of long-term living.



Parental Guidance

I was born somewhat like a mistake. My dad wasn’t at the hospital and my mom always sound like she regrets that day. There only two reasons why she mentions the day I was born.

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Our Dreams, Our Goals, Our Reality

I think that as I grew older, bits of me have warped.

I had a lot of dreams as a kid and a lot thoughts that ran through my mind, some things that you wouldn’t think an 8year old would be thinking about. I was a daydreamer up until I was 20 and I was brave.

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Hands Together

A short story about an uncle who showed me the world of art and who’s world was torn asunder like a true tragic artist’s life.

Shuffle

Memories of the heart, are the ones we hold most dearly, regardless of the circumstance … – GrandfatherSky

So, living it in a dream is good enough for me.


This was a first hand- or still is- experience. Strange thing for me is, we went to the same school for 7 years, but never talked. (I only know his older brother because we had class together during high school.) And even now (9 years? or 10) we still live along the lines of the same neighborhood but we only see each other on Sundays. lol

always

a lesson I learned from her

by my side

my decisions. my life.

The Many Him in My Life

You’ll think of me

the definition of 24

I didn’t think I would make it…

when 24 comes

poem 83

strange being 25


It reminds me of a childhood I can’t remember. 

this is 25

Description

It isn’t in writing that I am often at a standpoint.

what is art… to me?

december thoughts

too many things happening