Describe your mind as a ROOM right now 😜!
♥╣[- A simple game -]╠♥
✨ Describe your mind as a ROOM ✨
For example ;
Mine - dim room with one flickering lamp and unopened letters :) hehe!!
Others reply:
- what vibe they get
- what they’d add/remove
- or what song fits it
❤️ Let's begin ;) ❤️

@LoveHashira
My room right now would be cluttered, a million things ready to trip me over and in need of some light and air 😁💛

@Amanda84
Cluttered rooms always feel like minds trying to hold everything together at once 😭
hope some light reaches in soon <3

@Amanda84 Hello Amanda. I watched an interesting clip on youtube yesterday. It was about how we can improve our rooms to benefit our minds and ourselves based on how we decorate our rooms. Stuff like that. It was really interesting.
@WellsFiction
Appreciate your insights 🥰
a room filled with people but noone to talk to. feeling all alone in the crowded place
@helloLand9464
Hey hi, buddy 🤗. Hope you doing good <3
I'm so sorry to hear that 😔. That sounds like one of the loneliest kinds of rooms honestly. 🫂surrounded by voices, yet still feeling emotionally invisible
Sometimes crowded places make loneliness louder instead of quieter ): i hear you!
You aren't alone. I'm here for you <3

@LoveHashira I love this post! What an interesting game! ❤️
Currently, my room is conflicted. One half is bright and filled with all the colors, 🌈s, and things that make me happy. The other half, pure dark. I need both for balance. Can't have too much of one. 😆
@YourCaringConfidant
Aww cutie 😊! I'm happy to know that you loved this post <3 thank you for participating 🤗.
and That honestly sounds beautiful in a strange way 😭🌈🌑!!!
like ur room understands that happiness n darkness can exist together without canceling each other out (right where I am now honestly 😅)
The balance part makes it feel very human somehow <3 :)

@LoveHashira feels like a prison cell at the moment
Mt mind as a room…….
An attic. The one found in older homes with a squeaky staircase leading to a closed door. It is dusty and has cobwebs in the corners, there is a small window that very little light comes through because the window is so dirty. There are old boxes, trunks, and wardrobes. A wardrobe has one door slightly opened, but no one ever looks in there out of fear of what could be in there. There’s an odd toy or two on the floor and a broom in the corners.
@Memee4life
This feels like a room full of old memories n emotions that were packed away but never really left.
The slightly opened wardrobe door adds such an eerie sadness to it… like there’s something there u’re not ready to face yet (I'm not sure though)
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There is a lot to unpack. So much has happened with my mother’s health since January and my uncle since February that I’ve been in a constant state of transition and would joke that I have a room at 3 different locations but no place to really call home. Both are finally doing much better yet there is a lot of uncertainty for the next month. I’ve always been the one that was concerned about how others are doing and making sure they had a safe space to vent and let the emotions free that this time I felt the lack of a safe space for me. The person I thought was my safe space turned out to a jerk and not who said they were.
Probably a messy playroom, stuff everywhere and piled high trying to tidy it but more keeps appearing
@Kayles96
That honestly sounds exhausting 😭like ur trying to get things under control, but life just keeps throwing more into the room before u can finish cleaning it 😭
@LoveHashira
An old dusty dimly lit library. Memories are books. Not in any logical order but I'm still able to find what I need most of the time. And there's a radio lost somewhere in the stacks that keeps playing ear worms.
@LoveHashira my room if it was how I'm feeling would be messy and dark tight and suffering lonely and stuff piling up
@LoveHashira Reactor 4
My room is dark and small, with an invisible tide lapping just below my chin. There are muffled voices all around me every moment, but when I try to call out my voice gets swallowed by the heavy air, like it’s a vacuum. There are no windows and no door, and it’s so tight I can’t lift my hands to cover my ears from the noise.
