emotions

At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me. 

my head is exploding / and the world reverberates with static / I am an old abandoned tv that / no one remembered to switch off

Only recently have I registered how carefully I hold joy in my hands, clutching it, eyeing it, cautiously awaiting its disintegration. 

In Berkeley, everyone was to me — as I was to them — an afterthought, a relationship preserved at night and over weekends after the day’s, or week’s, work was done.

While there is only about a week of winter left, I still loathe the infamous groundhog for extending the darker nights alongside this cold weather.

In my self-imposed isolation, it felt inappropriate to ask for a hand to hold. Growing up in a culture where conversation about emotions were rare, opening that door felt close to impossible.

I can’t remember the last time I cried. Outside of watching movies or reading books, I probably only cry once or twice a year.

If we are to thrive as students, it is wise to prioritize our mental health. UC Berkeley has a plethora of special mental health and emotional wellness services, available to all students, staff and faculty, that may help you on your journey.

Neither of us was talking, but I could sense that our presence was enough to remind each other that it’s okay to have a bad morning.

The feelings of resentment, anger, guilt and jealousy are uncomfortable, draining and tolling. Nevertheless, they exist. So, what is to be done about them?