Nina N.N's Blog

There’s allot to say. Allot to think about. Allot to write. I don’t know where to start. I never do. But that’s okay. sometimes things ment-to-be just happen, and then, they are! It’s hard for me to take action and responsibility for my near future… I know what it should look like … I can...

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If i came up with a short and sad love story, this would be it. Connect with you inner, deep emotions of lost love...

If i came up with a short and sad love story, this would be it. Connect with you inner, deep emotions of lost love...

I had allot of thoughts running through my mind as child, as a teen as of now. People say actions say more about you as a person, as what you really say or think about them. I don’t believe this. I believe, actions tell you more about ones struggles and raw nature then of one’s...

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I had allot of thoughts running through my mind as child, as a teen as of now. People say actions say more about you as a person, as what you really say or think about them. I don���t believe this. I believe, actions tell you more about ones struggles and raw nature then of one���s...

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Decoding Mental Health: What Is Mental Health really about? When we talk about mental health, we’re delving into a world that is expansive and multifaceted, reflecting our emotional, psychological, and social dimensions. Our mental health becomes the lens through which we perceive our world, shaping ourthoughts, steering our feelings, and guiding our actions. It also...

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I don’t have any ideas about what to write. All my words are out of my mind, out of my imagination. Currently, my life is going well actually. I think. Thus if it is good, there is something bad coming! There always is! I once read about how the human brain is structured. I find […]

BPD is all at once and nothing at all. A lot of people today suffer from this mental condition. I am one of them. Here are my symptoms listed for BPD Diagnosis. Put into 4 parts, I try to bring over the actual facts of my own issues.

I feel like I a currently dying, alone, alive all at once. I know nobody cares. I know nobody will understand. Thus I am here! So awake. SO present. I’ve been through something similar before. They call it depression. I call it wanting to be asleep, thus feeling way too awake. In the end, I […]

I don't play. I never play. But there I was, sitting on my chair, letting my hands flow over the octaves and my eyes skim the notes. It was late at night and raining, thus I played my tunes. I was so scared of touching and making music for way too long... I used to sing through hallways, used to play my songs. What was I so afraid of? Why still, I am? I could have been a dancer, but I let the pain kill my spirit. Which I try to get back now...maybe too late; to become my childhood dream.