Trapped in Darkness: A Thrilling Survival

Struck in the Lift

As I stepped into the lift, a sense of unease washed over me. Thoughts raced through my mind, filling me with worry and fear. Ignoring these feelings, I pressed the button to go down to the ground floor, unaware of the ordeal that awaited.

Suddenly, the power went out, leaving me in complete darkness. Panic took hold as I realized I couldn't see anything. I reached for my phone, hoping to find some light or a way to call for help. But to my dismay, there was no signal. I was cut off from the outside world, alone in the darkness.

Time stretched on, and my panic grew. I tried shouting for assistance, but there was no response. The lift remained still, refusing to open its doors. I felt isolated and helpless, with no way to escape the terrifying situation.

Fear consumed my thoughts, flooding my mind with dreadful possibilities. What if the lift was broken and it would take hours for anyone to notice? How would I survive in this confined space for so long? These thoughts weighed heavily on me, intensifying my anxiety.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, a flicker of hope appeared. The lift jerked back to life, slowly opening its doors. Relief washed over me, and I felt a surge of adrenaline. It was my chance to escape from the suffocating darkness.

I stumbled out of the lift, grateful to be back in the outside world. Though I still had a pounding headache and my heart raced, I was filled with a sense of freedom. Overcoming my deepest fears, I realized the strength within me to face adversity head-on.

My terrifying experience of being trapped in a broken lift taught me the power of resilience. No matter how dark or uncertain a situation may seem, we have the ability to find the light and emerge stronger than ever.

The day when even my coffee needs a coffee!

"Friday Friday, Party night, Party night" - After a week of tireless work, we indulge in a Friday night filled with singing, rocking, and devouring chicken feasts, while sipping on refreshing Coke and immersing ourselves in an epic movie marathon. It's the perfect way to recharge and reward ourselves for our top-performing efforts.

But today wasn't the right moment to celebrate the end of the workweek. Just like me, some of us feel a jumble of emotions on Fridays, especially when the pressure of deadlines and responsibilities becomes too much to handle.

For the past month, I had been tirelessly working on a project, which forced me to sacrifice my weekends. The exhaustion had taken its toll, and I woke up that morning wishing I could have slept forever. The feeling was akin to torture, and anxiety began to seep into every crevice of my being.

As I battled my own inner turmoil, I noticed my son pleading with us, "I don't want to go to school." His innocent plea caught my attention and tugged at my heartstrings. In that moment, I realized the impact of my stress was having on him. 

In that moment of realization, my super-parenting instincts kicked in. I decided to turn the situation around and transform it into a positive experience for both my son and myself. So, I gently reminded him of my unwavering commitment to attending school every day, proudly mentioning my perfect 100% attendance record.

Meanwhile, my mindvoice whispered, "Ah, the Oscar-worthy performance of my stomach pain drama, a classic tactic to secure a day off from school." 

But my son, in all seriousness, started pleading with earnestness in his eyes.

To lighten the mood, we made a promise to our son. We would let him go to school for only half a day and skip daycare afterward. His face lit up with joy at the prospect of an unexpected adventure. He agreed, on the condition that we only packed one snack box, instead of the usual two. When it came to daycare, he firmly believed in the mantra of two lunch boxes

With our compromise in place, I dropped him off at school, eagerly awaiting lunchtime when I would pick him up. As the clock ticked away, and when the time finally came, I rushed to pick him from school.

With a beaming smile plastered on his face, he came out of school reveled in the bliss of skipping half a day of daycare. The satisfaction on his face was simply priceless.

My thoughts turned inward. I pondered over the question, "Who can help me free my pressure?"