Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
Seems I have a lot on my mind today. I hope you don’t mind me working through my own issues with you. Maybe you can add your two cents. Help me… help myself. What does it mean to take responsibility? For someone who gets it wrong quite often for one reason or another I’ve had…
People with depression will try to speak metaphorically about it. You will hear phrases likening depression to a storm, a roller coaster, falling down the rabbit hole, or dancing with demons. Metaphorically they are all accurate descriptions. Depression comes and goes like a storm. The length of the storm can vary and if it is…
She fell from hands she couldn’t see She was being fed to monsters Left for… Not quite dead because Well… What’s the fun in that? As demons swarmed around her Leaving trails of venom Mixed with blood upon her soul She concentrated on the pain As their poison fangs sunk deep Aware that the initial…
My #BeReal guest today is Abbie. More than once, Abbie has been on the other end of one of my tear filled messages. Like many who suffer from depression you wouldn’t know by looking at her, or even working next to her that she lives with “suffers from” Major Depressive Disorder. Please welcome my friend…
I waited for you You never came I looked for you You were gone I needed you I wanted you But you were Nowhere You were Only a voice But you were Always there And now You’re gone
The silence unsettles me I could never make it my home Sometimes words fail me And thoughts hide frozen and numb The outside world is missing Biting its tongue, abandoning me I am not one to enjoy quiet solitude It taunts me, surrounds me, imprisons me Is it the world ignoring me? Or am I…
I logged onto Facebook this morning and was shown this memory from the past. It is a picture of an old friend and my daughter. I love this picture. I don’t hold onto memories very well anymore. My short term is horrible and I have lost many older memories too. Sometimes pictures will snap the past…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
My #BeReal guest today is Caryl. I relate so much to my guest today. I have very little else to say because she says it so well. Thank you Caryl for being honest and vulnerable. Thank you for being beautifully real and your smile was the first thing I noticed. 🙂 Who am I?…
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