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…
Brain in a straightjacket Muzzled and bound Static filled silence Absorbing the sound Re-uptake inhibitors Selecting serotonin Gagging the ruminating Inessential problem solving Doubting, worrying, obsessing Disarming a warning system Installed imperfectly Disengaging from warfare And any poisonous thoughts Used and appropriated By an amygdala born turncoat My brain locked In its own psych ward…
The dark keeps finding me The harder I try to run away The darker it gets; intensely The darkness surrounds me No hands can be seen, reaching No shoulders to hug, embracing Voices get lost, aimless echoes And silence sits across from me I can feel it killing me, tonight Suffocating me inside its deep…
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I have been following Hastywords’ blog and Facebook page for quite some time now and I am completely in awe of her honesty, sincerity, and compassion. She is a beautiful person inside and out. Hastywords is beyond talented and writes with such courage and a soul stirring voice. She opens her heart and…
Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
So many sad things happen to us and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and…
I love this story about the flexibility of the human spirit. It’s much more than that though. It’s about making choices. It’s about choosing to continue the cycle of abuse, or choosing instead to become a champion for love. A lot of people raised with violence commit violent crimes themselves. They often end up going…
