One of my blog posts was published on The Mighty. That’s exciting for me. I’m also going acute inpatient for suicidal urges and self harming. I am going in today. I’ll be back soon. I’m sure I’ll do some writing while I’m there, so maybe I’ll return with a masterpiece lol!
The wreckage of her soul is poetic. Her verses cascade from her eyes in iambic pentameter. Her survival is a fiery resilience, that engulfs her parchment; each page set aflame and extinguished in her storm. There is beauty in how she rises from her ruins, in the midst of her own destruction.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and I’m going to tell my story. If you have been sexually assaulted and you need a friend, I’m just one click away. There are many resources available and before I begin, I feel I should share a few: – RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) – National […]
I can’t tell you how fucked up I am. I can’t tell you how I cope alone. I can’t tell you that I need your help. I can’t stand the thought of disappointing you. You know my addiction, but I can’t tell you that I relapse. I can’t let you see who I really am. […]
I welcome the encouragement and support, but honestly, most of those self care lists being shared on social media are difficult for people like me to accomplish. They seem to be written by people who clearly do not know depression like mine. I found a realistic self care list written by the incredible Catstrus over […]
The urge is potent. It is more than an urge; it is a hunger. It is a voracious hunger to end the great famine. It is a craving to feel the icy blade skate across the skin. It is a desire to feel the sting as it penetrates the largest organ of the human […]
You pulse through my veins. Icy, as you trek the lines your fingers once graced. Left behind is the chill of the memory of your touch. Aching is the hollow amid my breasts; aching for you. Left behind is the heart you shattered. You fucking broke every inch of my being. You walked away, never […]