Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →
My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →
On the days when my friends all cancel or its my turn my fridge is empty and my mood more so i wish i'd rather be in church No holy water ever touched my head No saintly seizure my brain Yet here I sit and talk of God And drip his wine into my vein
Veins form crosses on my forehead Count them on me after church Tummy rumbles for lessons so morbid Sinners can't help to search So I sit down for sermons and bow with praise because I've learned of hearts bruised since I've met slumber in delay for I've known bodies used
The public reaction I woke up to today was similar to the one on 24th June 2016, the morning after the Brexit referendum. Labour has lost big, while the Conservative party painted the country blue. In London, still gripped tightly in red, people seem defeated.
I have had two kinds of recurring nightmares since I was a child, one of them being that a pet of mine dies through my fault. I would take my cats on a boat ride and they would jump out and drown. My guinea pigs would run away into the road, my bird accidentally poisoned,... Continue Reading →
When a friend brings up a hurtful behaviour, any defensiveness will result in a lack of trust in the relationship. It's easy to no longer feel safe with them. The "blame" lies with both here if they do not communicate this. Unfortunately, relationships cannot be salvaged by only one person accepting personal criticism. We can... Continue Reading →
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
"Well then, let's get on with it..." I read the 1944 play No Exit by Sartre in school, and its eery existentialism stayed with me. Then in 2016, Mike Schur, the comedy god behind Parks and Rec, Brooklyn 99 and the US Office, premiered his new show The Good Place on NBC. It is based... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 