Blogmas 2017, Day 5: All is Well… All is Well.

Hello, dear friends… It’s currently 3:20pm on this windy Wednesday afternoon. I’m sitting by the poolside of our local fitness center, wrapped in a striped towel, skin covered with goosebumps.

I just finished my daily swim. I remember feeling absolutely at peace with the world, whilst scaling the bottom of the pool. It’s these rare glimpses of clarity, these breaths of fresh air, that I live for. This feeling is called hope. Hope that I can still live a life of happiness, despite my mental illness; hope that all will be well at the end of the day… that the light at the end of the tunnel is not that of an oncoming train, but one of everlasting sunlight.

Today, I’m starting a new book. No, not reading one, but writing one. Book number 1 is well on its way; I now wish to expand my writing repertoire into the world of creative fiction. Problem is, I have no idea where to start! I need inspiration… I feel as if all of my ideas right now are borrowed from those of past authors. I want to create something original. I believe my strong-suit lies in the realm of realistic fiction. Perhaps I will write a romance novel, so I can live vicariously through my characters (to make up for my lack of a love life). Brrrr.. it’s getting a little too chilly for comfort. I’m going to head back inside. Be right back!

Alright guys, I’m back! Decided to hop in the hot tub instead… gotta be careful to not let my laptop get wet.


Just got home from the gym! Gonna go Christmas gift shopping with my friend Leyla at 5pm.

I just checked my final grade for my stats class. An A-!! Honestly, I’m not as disappointed as I thought I would be. I was prepared for this. An A- is a good grade. I tried my best, and still managed to get a decent grade, with my depression and all. Great job, Belicia!!!


Hey guys! About to go to bed. Chris came home at around 9:30pm. It was really wonderful reuniting with him! He lost a lot of weight and gained a lot of tricep muscle! He also highlighted the top of his hair, and it looks great! My parents were overjoyed at seeing their three children reunited. We haven’t seen Chris since September, so the reunion was long awaited.

Alrighty guys! Gonna end this blog here. It was truly a wonderful day. Why can’t life always be this wonderful? I guess, though, if every day was a good one, then “good” would lose its meaning, as there is would no longer be a reference point of pain.

Talk to you all soon!





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