Sugarcoated 008: Mind Palace
I didn't know there's a term for a place made up by our imagination and it lives so realistically in our head. It was until I rewatch Sherlock Holmes (the series) and Hannibal did I finally realized, hey! I have those. I have a mind palace. I didn't know that I've built it a long time ago. When my dad died, I had been on survival mode. All that was left of me was the one where I had to kept my family afloat. I was living and working for their sake. My mother went into her depressive episodes so we cannot rely on her at the time. As I go about my life this way, I didn't admit it but I was tired. There are days where I feel completely alone that I have no one to tell if I'm miserable or in a bad mood or having a terrible day. I never complained even when I wanted to. I was so so tired that I felt sick at one point. I even dealt with anxiety attack a few times at work. Not to mention all those identity crisis going on as well. I was so tired dea...
