Have you ever had a conversation with many friends and felt like half your comments get ignored? I have. Have your friends ever supported stuff their friends did, but never … Continue reading Sometimes You Must Swallow Your Pride and Apologize
I couldn’t possibly be more unhappy than I am right now. I’m strapped into a long, metal tube with about one hundred strangers approximately 10,000 meters above sea level, flying … Continue reading Into Me I See (Pt. 1)
Choices. Everyday we are faced with choices. Most of the time they are little and we think nothing of them. Other times they are significant and we can think of … Continue reading Spiraling Choices
Sometimes, life gives you lemons. At other times, it throws them at you. Really, really hard. Especially if you’re not looking. In one moment, you might think you’ve got everything … Continue reading Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
When you’re living with depression, sometimes the scariest moments are the ones where everything seems to be going smoothly. Recently, there was a brief but wonderful period of time where … Continue reading Comfortably Glum
Recently, one of my closest friends told me I had many friends. I half-jokingly said she was the only one I liked, and the rest were crap. Her reply to … Continue reading I Gave the Demon a Name
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
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