Previously, I have written about the woes of friendships; the trials of building relationships with people who zap your energy and questioning if I truly have friends. I realize this has not been fair to the people who have consistently been in my corner. Today, I acknowledge you! Assuming I would have started to make friends when I was five (I don’t know, some people … Continue reading So, I Guess We’re Really Friends
“Have you ever been depressed?” 32,000 feet in the air, my mom turned to me, clear-eyed and interested, and asked me this question. I thought to myself she doesn’t know? Well, of course, she doesn’t. I don’t exactly broadcast my mental health the way I should. Staring out the plane window, I took a deep breath and responded plainly with “yes.” The cabin seemed to … Continue reading Have You Ever Been Depressed?
And no, this is not a reference to that Joaquin Phoenix movie that’s always popping up on Netflix. But seriously, hi friends! It has been an uncomfortably long time since I have been engaged in the blogosphere. I’m not too thrilled about that, especially because I know I have been missing out on a lot of great content. I hope to get back into the … Continue reading I Am Still Here
Sometimes I found myself in, what I like to call, the vortex. It’s a whirlpool of feelings and emotions that sucks me in and makes it hard to escape. Even when everything seems okay, one small thing can trigger it. In the vortex, its melancholy membrane filters out joy, motivation, and creativity and floods the senses with sadness, lethargy, and a depletion of any glimpse … Continue reading The Vortex
You forgot my name already, Reduced me to my complexion. My skin, Mahogany, Caramel, Umber, Means I don’t have a story. My body, Riddled with bullets, Beaten, Raped, Stolen, Cold, Lies within the earth. My spirit, Trapped. Justice, Non-existent. I had a purpose. I have a name. You don’t use my name. To you, My life had no value. My headline doesn’t sell papers. It … Continue reading Poem: Forget Me In the Headlines
I spend a lot of time sleeping because it’s better than looking into your face or looking at myself and seeing disappointment. I feel confused and alone. You never listen to me. I understand what you’re going through, more than you know. Those times where I hurt myself weren’t all accidents. I feel like a mansion infested with termites. I know you’re angry. I can’t … Continue reading The Things I Didn’t Say
Whether you like it or not you are different. Other people do not think like you, act like you, or feel like you. Your mold was created beautifully and uniquely, not intended to fit someone else’s. Some people come close, you, my friend, are one of a kind. There are days where you are not going to like being you, the days drag on and … Continue reading You Are Different
