Potanda's Mindverse

 A horror charachter. Not your typical Zombie brain eater, but your inner voice who tells you to run, avoid, hide your feelings, pretend you're strong and move on. DO RA MI lives in my brain rent free. She feeds on those small actions people I love do to remind me that I am Just me. "Juste me" says she doesn't need validation but she thrives on the kindness people around her gives her all the time. Every like, every I love you, every look I get my way tells me that I am seen, cherished, needed and loved. Don't spare people your kindness. Many DO RA MIs are waiting for harsh acts of unkindness to remind their hosts that they are not enough and unworthy. So be kind.

 Dear Potanda, I have read your mind of how you're seeing life with love and beauty in spite the pain, but Potanda I need you to listen: The pain in my heart has taken roots I don't know the roots depth anymore. Today I felt as if someone is trying to pull the roots out, tearing my heart into not existing anymore. I see the beauty, I see the love in life. But I am missing it. So dear Potanda, tell me what to do. I need you to tell me how to cope, how to act. Cause all I want to do is go inside my cocoon again and shutting my heart out. I want to keep my friends, my family, my everything beside me and save myself from losing everything again.  Dear Potanda, when are we finding peace again? Love without attachment is so much easier. I know I love them unconditionally. Tell me what to do...

 Have mercy on my heart. That;s her message to herself. She's not waiting to tell her anything, to be anything. She's expecting nothing from anyone, but herself. To be goood to herself and to protect her from hurt and unecessary pain. Her love is now beyond confinments

 Let's set the scene: As the dark night ascended, she stood in the middle of nowhere with strings surrounding her. All she is now, all she was, and all she could be. Invisible hands are pushing her all around, but she remains in her place, taking the blows. Looking up to the sky. Stars are turning, time is passing, and she feels everything she ever knew about her existence on this planet is a lie. They told her she was supposed to feel safe with her magic. They told her: to get to the sky and beyond, you have to learn spells and prevail in their wisdom. But the more she learns, the more she's been held down by this heavy, breathtaking, suffocating wisdom. Still, she's looking up. It's been 2 years now that she started this journey, but she's not changing, she's slowly fading. What if she was never meant to reach the sky? What if the broom they handed her only flies when she surrenders her spells and follows the dark?  She's barely breathing, she's alread...