My #BeReal guest today is Jacqueline Cioffa. I first noticed this lovely lady on the The Lithium Chronicles. She is another mental health advocate. It’s hard enough for most of us to piece together the real us but imagine being in the modeling industry. An industry dressing you up and asking you to portray their…
My #BeReal guest today is Kitt O’Malley. Kitt is full of surprises and I have had the honor of seeing her lovely face on twitter quite often. She is a supportive member of the mental health community online and I am super glad she is participating in this series. Thank you for sharing your real…
My #BeReal guest today is Nicole Lyons. I am very excited to showcase my guest today. She has a way of making you feel at home with her words. Nicole is a mental health warrior fighting the stigmas that come with mental illness. Not only does she educate and inspire, she also hunts down and…
My #BeReal guest today is Sarah Fader. Sarah runs a worthwhile non-profit called Stigma Fighters. She fights stereotypes about mental illness, a cause I am very passionate about. Real people struggle everyday because of the misconceptions surrounding people with mental health issues. Sarah is only one of thousands of people who are coming out of…
Most days I’m a mess, don’t look at me But that isn’t something I’m willing to confess You’re looking through me, I turn away Not ready to be all the things you hope for me You seem to think I am made of steel But I assure you it’s a complex illusion Scraps of paper…
I originally wrote this over a year ago but it never stops being true. It may be the one thing I have written that has remained so constant. Surviving depression is a journey. You never quite feel like you are in complete control of who you are or where you are headed. I used to…
Tick, tick, tick, tick The ticking has teeth Biting, gnawing, jagged Razor sharp clicks Piercing rationality Tick, tick, tick, tick Silk strands of insanity Weave discourse Into complex patterns Warping sound reason Tick, tick, tick, tick Logic sits positioned On a hairline trigger Adrenaline unloads Clouding all clarity Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick An emotional time…
She spent days In her bedroom Barely clothed Spilling tears Into a pillow Artfully and Desperately stained In midnight black Knotted messy hair Sticking to the snot That took turns Running then drying On her salty cheeks She had no reasons No desire to care Living for days Upon endless Fucking days Staring At words…
I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time. We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…
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