Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
I was walking one night to catch my train Booze and drugs devouring my brain Started to run when i saw the time Switched my playlist from indie to grime Started to run to catch a faster one By minutes or hours, as long as I won Who or what only became clear Once I... Continue Reading →
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? Why do I feel guilty for using conversation as a tool to organise my mind?... Continue Reading →
In my own journey of trauma recovery, I've discovered the heaviness of helplessness among victims of abuse. How does one get over the lingering feeling of not being able to do ANYTHING to stop what is happening right now? Research showed that a traumatised mind lives in a traumatised body that carries all our forgotten... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine was recounting an anecdote she heard before, and mentioned how it was the metaphor of a deep well inside that really made her connect her own story to the one being told. It was such a sweet moment to witness, and of course I took it way out of context and... Continue Reading →
I spend 6 months last year backpacking. I am 26 years old, so that's a tiny part of my live, around 1/52. Yet, since I came back in February, I have itchy feet. There's definitely a lesson in staying still here for me, but I know now just how much you can do in one... Continue Reading →
