I sit here today and I think of you. I think of you often, everyday even, but today it’s supposed to be different because today is your birthday and it both is different and isn’t different all the same. The missing you is still the same, the cruel way the brain can skip down memoryContinue reading “Discourse on Grief”
Category Archives: mental health
questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
what doesn’t kill you
Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
colour theory
I don’t know what it is for youbut for me it’s music. You know what I meanthat thing that brings you back to a memory No, to a feeling. You crawl into a new skinor really, an old skin. A phase or a versionof who you once were. All that, contained in a lyric, orContinue reading “colour theory”
inescapable waves
Everyone knows that at the depths of despair, grief is all consuming like you’re drowning in the middle of the ocean with out a soul in sight or a harbour to call home, but what about the waves, that come later and later, fewer and farther apart, less of an impact but they’ll knock theContinue reading “inescapable waves”
black and blue
I spent months with bruised thighsfrom digging in my finger tipsany time I was alone with you. Everything you said cut like a knifeand yet there I was dangling off your edgesblack and blue and red all over. Hanging off your every word like I could become the me you wanted me to benot realizingContinue reading “black and blue”
“suicide” is not a dirty word
Meghan’s interview has got me thinking,reflecting on my own experiences& the human experience. Watching people argue & analyzewhether or not she meant itor is just being dramatic, trying to garner sympathy. I can’t help but see the parallels to my own story.My whole life I’ve been toldmy big feelings make other people uncomfortable. I shouldContinue reading ““suicide” is not a dirty word”
one man wrecking ball
A one man wrecking ball. You see him surrounded by admirers’Never alone, always a pair.You think, him? Everyone loves him.He must be a Good Guy. Yet you haven’t seen him in almost a year and you still have nightly nightmares.The things he said and did haunt your thoughts daily. “People aren’t all good or allContinue reading “one man wrecking ball”
on mental health
On my good days I am like sunshine extending out to reach the farthest corners. On my bad days I am like fog overwhelming, thick, impossible to navigate through. On my best days I am certain that I am cherished beyond measure that everyone who loves me does so unyieldingly. On my worst days IContinue reading “on mental health”
pretty words for wicked girls 