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
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.