I don’t feel like myself. In fact, lately I don’t feel like anyone.
Something occurred to me the other day as I was watching a movie on Netflix. There was one particular scene that made me wish I could go back to my late teens, early 20’s. The girl was trying on some clothes and admiring herself in the mirror. And it was that comfort that she feltContinue reading “No Body Is Perfect”
(This is a very bad mock-up of the cover. Also, Michelle will be changed to Ginger because when you search for Michelle McGee on Google…well, just see for yourself.) /Widgetflex.swf” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”>Help Me Publish!!! 1 in 360 (approximately 138,000 US children) have been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome, based on parent report. Run your fingers throughContinue reading “Publishing My Memoir!”
my body is losing time, while my mind lives in future worlds whose presents will never become a part of my past.
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”
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”
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:”
* 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 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”