Death is such a strange yet familiar concept to me. It is strange because I don’t understand why people fear death. I know that it is simply natural to fear … Continue reading My Romance With Death
Is what I would like to say, but depression still has its ugly tendrils wrapped around me. I find it harder, every single day, to just get out of bed … Continue reading I’m Back Baby!
Seeing a friendship that was once vibrant with life and laughter die in front of your eyes can be a sad sight. As it takes its final breath, I have … Continue reading When I Was Not Enough: Death of A Friendship
Silent Dawn By: Francesca Seopa Follow me, Oh Dear friend, Through this ochre world. A world where no man’s heart Beats for others. A world where no blood will warm … Continue reading Silent Dawn
Please don’t judge me for the title of my post, hear me out before you think of me as someone who is “fake” or “self-absorbed.” In my life, I have … Continue reading Makeup Saved My Life
I always enjoyed horror though I never considered myself a fan of horror. I remember watching Tim Curry portray Pennywise the Clown in “IT” (1990) when I was three or … Continue reading I Read/Write/Watch Horror to Cope with My Mental Illness
I have lived with a mental illness for most of my life so it’s kind of weird when things are going really well. Maybe I’m the only one but when … Continue reading When Things Are Good
It never occurred to me that Ativan has become a crutch in my life. I rely on it more and more throughout the last two years. It always seems less and less effective. The answer at the beginning of the year was to increase, and while it worked for a while, it just feels wrong lately. Let’s be honest, I am not dealing well with my social anxiety, it is more about living with the issues and not solving anything. I thought it was possible to let the anxiety run my life and save fixing it for another day.
Growing up, I never realized my childhood wasn’t normal. I thought my life was similar to everyone else’s but with a different order of events or situations. I was 30 … Continue reading Repressed Memories Resurface With C-PTSD
Sometimes I don’t know where I get the strength to go out into the world. I have days where it feels like everyone startles me. My chest pounds the whole … Continue reading Learning to Accept the Small Victories
It takes every part of me to make the words escape my mouth. “You must stop this,” I yell at the burning man. “Breathe, you must.” He inhales air filling his lungs to capacity, releasing slowly. Everything all around slows, slowly at first. With his every breathe the blurry images passing us by begin to take shape.