April is National Poetry Month. Poetry has played a significant role in my healing process. I spent many years discovering myself and learning how to heal. The things hurting me … Continue reading Healing Through Poetry
Life is not easy, nor will ever be.
You are a fighter and a survivor.
And worthy of love
and to revive her.
Sticks and stones can’t and will not break your bones.
Life will get you down,
They will get you down.
They will call you names like ugly and fat.
Just your life is so much more than that.
“Turn loud whispers of hope into shouts of joy for the triumph of life and living.” ~Susan Walz My Loud Whispers of Hope When I finally accepted the theory that … Continue reading My Loud Whispers of Hope–My New Blog Name and a Poem
Of course traumatic events would tie themselves into mental health challenges, and while talking about domestic violence and emotional abuse deserves its own blog entirely, the Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is … Continue reading PTSD after abuse – a poem
I’ve written two poems on my personal blog, you can find them here and here. I used to write a LOT of (terrible) poetry back in middle school/high school days. It … Continue reading On My Own
“You can’t get to ‘happily ever after’ without turning the page.” ~unknown Once upon a time… I wonder how many more me’s there are of me to be. How many … Continue reading My Happily Ever After…
Losing Hopes To Despair: Thus Passes A Lifetime by: Francesca Seopa There’s a battle being fought behind the curtain An enemy awaits me, on that I’m certain There are blows … Continue reading Losing Hopes To Despair
“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.” Edgar Allen Poe Hello. You’re back. I remember you well. We go way back and are … Continue reading Melancholy – A Poem
You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. You helped me find the perfect words to say. Reminded … Continue reading My Dear Old Friend
Writing is my greatest weapon to deal with the ups and downs of my mental illness. The writing projects that I am currently working on and this blog are so helpful.
I once lived in a bubble the mental illness kind of bubble. I didn’t know the truth, only what I saw on TV. Pretending it wasn’t real. Refusing to see the … Continue reading The Stigma Bubble – a poem
I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight. I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, … Continue reading Drowning In Thought: Seeking A Corridor of Courage.