Here we are again – a new year with possibilities waiting to unfold. For many, that means a complete makeover—mind, body, soul. The big three. The holy trinity of guaranteed happiness. An overhaul. And while some will be looking to buy a whole new computer, I’m looking to reboot the one I have back toContinue reading “New Year = New Old Me”
Tag Archives: depression
– anxiety
my body is losing time, while my mind lives in future worlds whose presents will never become a part of my past.
– On being there for you
how can i be strong for you when my bones have been crushed? how can i comfort you when i sleep in blankets of sadness? how can i hold you when my arms carry the weight of the world? how can i listen to you when the voices in my head are screaming? how canContinue reading “– On being there for you”
Today I’m Depressed – a video poem
The Face of Depression
If I asked you to pick the photo that shows me in a depressive state, you’d probably pick the second photo. Right? Well, you’d be both right and wrong. Those of us who carry this darkness around with us, are very good at showing the worldContinue reading “The Face of Depression”
An Open Letter to Friends and Family Who Have Never Suffered From Depression:
Today I’m depressed. I’m not just sad. I’m stay in bed, there’s no hope sad. Otherwise known as depression. Sometimes you will say to me, “yeah, I know how it is to be sad”. I know you mean well. Of course you know sadness. We all do. But depression is so much more than justContinue reading “An Open Letter to Friends and Family Who Have Never Suffered From Depression:”
Brain Spill
* I am writing this so that others can see one of the many faces of depression. I am not seeking pity or attention. One thing I have always been in my writing is honest. So this is me being honest, unfiltered and raw. I am not editing this at all, so please forgiveContinue reading “Brain Spill”
I Am
I am a notebook lined with intimate inkings that are not my own. I am an untrained runner in a marathon with legs that quiver and quit on me. I am a brittle-backed leaf on bare limbs, desperately hanging on. I am the earthworm tirelessly trekking the sun-soaked concrete path in search of the coolContinue reading “I Am”
Just Keep Moving
*This post is honest. It is painful to write, but I feel that it needs to be said for those who can’t say it. My son bears the weight of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) daily, but this post is not for him. This post is for the parents and loved ones who must learn howContinue reading “Just Keep Moving”
This House Is Not a Home
There is a place I know that feels a little too much like home. It’s a house of mine I rent from time to time, but it isn’t home. I’ve visited it so many times that I know it well. It could easily become my home – if I let it. But that isContinue reading “This House Is Not a Home”
