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…
My #BeReal guest today is Laron Chapman. I am drawn to him because he has a very welcoming smile. When he says, “Hey, whats up?” it’s not a simple greeting but a question he means for you to answer. Recently, we spent time getting to know one another and my first impression was accurate but…
We strive to feel connected. To belong. It’s not a surprise we try so hard to conform to societal standards. But do you ever wonder who is building the construct? We advertise belief and preference just by existing. We build the constructs with every choice we make. “Who are you?” Chances are you have difficulty…
I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…
I hear the characters Inside the typing The letters that spell Words of sniping I count the seconds It takes the trigger To lock and load With angry vigor Harmful sentiment Intended for harm Packaged pretty Faked as charm Candy coated Adrenaline high Tears surge As emotions fly And I am left Without meaning Making…
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 really can’t even believe I am writing this post… My heart hurts every time I see someone end their life because they feel shame. Young girls and probably boys who trust too easily and crave love and attention are caving to the peer pressure to send boobies… or more. Today, no matter how much…
Robert Frost asked me which road I’d take And I looked at the yellow woods pondering Before noticing he, as well, was wondering Once started, once decided, once planned We would be either on one or the other And we would either be alone or together We sat and conversed in lengths and lengths The…
I was living inside a landscape Where the jagged earth swallowed All the stories we’d tried to paint A place where hostile suns mutilated And ruined our beautiful serene skies Open skies where our hearts once soared Before they took a fateful turn and dove Falling fast into an ocean full of eyes It was…
I can feel yesterday finally dying Withering itself away inside of me The notions I had, I no longer have The feelings that tormented me They are close to barely breathing The people that fueled the insanity They are very much alive, but dead Dead to the person I am becoming Finally, just stories already…
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