Acceptance is Rare. Nothing can compare. She’s used to them stopping to stare. Judging with a snare. Liberating and free, it is to be her, they claim. Not knowing she … Continue reading For All to See
It’s been a while since I have written here on TBW blog. I haven’t had much of anything to say and nothing educational to share leaving me silent. I can’t … Continue reading Feelings of Freedom
Words clutter my mind. It seems they duel it out until one wins. As of late, I have done “brain dumps” before bed. I grab my travel notebook, write the … Continue reading Me. OCD.
What about me is memorable? Besides my crying eyes. Is it the lies or my highs? Genuinely I ponder Not in the same frame of mind as when I am … Continue reading Will They Miss Me When I Am Gone?
Sometimes I don’t know what it’s like to be me. Imposter syndrome or disassociation? Imposter syndrome or disassociation? “Who Am I?” Often, I question. Ignited by madness. Fueled through love. … Continue reading 3 am
2 am Haven’t eaten today Well, yesterday Sleep escapes me My energy levels are elevated But not enough to move As I lay here, scrolling, I wonder Is anybody out … Continue reading Is Anybody Out There?
Fall and Get Back Up When we fall, we get back up because we do not really have a choice otherwise. This is human nature. It isn’t as easy as … Continue reading Struggle with Self-Doubt
Her words, her weapon Thrown like daggers A ruthless flame thrower Juggling with deceipt Night walker Shit talker Roping you in Full of sin Battling her mind she’ll not win … Continue reading A Challenge
I wish my decoy wasn’t to look for flaws in an argument or even set out to see things from a different perspective however, I guess if I really wished … Continue reading I don’t love everything about my body.
A friend reaches out to invite me and my family to her house for a cook out this weekend. She mentions a few other friends that will be there that … Continue reading Anxiety: The Story Goes Round and Round
Some days, you win. Other days, you learn. There is no loss. Your mental illness does not define the core of who you are, and it most certainly does not change what you’re meant to do – and we’re all here for something.