Are you Awake?
“I wonder what people think when they see my eyes- I wonder if one day Ill meet someone with the same eyes.”
“You keep running, but do you know what from?”
“So stranger, what do you know about me now?”
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Lost Exposure: Unmasking the Ego Within
You call my name- and all I hear are the waves that crashed down on me over and over again. And it’s different now, I know it. I know your intentions were always pure, but every time you hug me, every time you try to call my name, I can’t hear you I won’t hear
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Fear, Approval, and the Shadows We Hide Behind
Our fear is wrapped around hurting our loved ones. We hide behind the shadows of our idols and when we need to make decisions- we ask ourselves “would they approve?” Fear has an interesting way of controlling the mind. We believe that if we feel fear we need to run away from it- but what
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When the Moon Yawns.
she used to stay up at night. Looking at her phone she sees no one was looking for her. Is she alone or is she addicted to the machine that became her lifeline- Wake up she tells herself, it’s 3 in the morning why would she feel the urge to open her eyes so early.
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You Don’t Have to Escape to Heal: A Mental Health Journey in the Dark
when the stars are out and you put your headphones on, what do you think about? Are you able to escape your reality just for a second, or do you feel as if the world is collapsing, and you are the cause of it? And why is it that when you go home at the
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Embracing Change: When Letting Go is Necessary
A quiet shift. We outgrew each other. There are no heroes, no villains—just change. In the darkness of Seattle, you all were my sun.When my life was unraveling, you pulled me back in.You brought light where I felt nothing but gray.You left flowers on my doorstep, sent voice notes late at night, reminded me I
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Maybe We All Just Need an Early Night: On Healing, Loss, and Perspective
Hi perspective. Its been a while. How have you been? I have been distant from my writing for a while. I sat hours in front of my computer just to erase words that felt ‘used’ or ‘mundane’, but in reality, I just needed an early night. Finishing the army was like breathing again for the
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one unread message.
An internal battle is a sword that doesn’t dull i want to hold your hand- but you’re so far away. How do you know if your family loves you when you were at your lowest and they stayed silent? when the beast came out you froze, but when the war was over you remembered my
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When the Mirror Doesn’t Speak.
I am mistaken by the world for a girl who loves to party. But in reality. I just want to close my eyes and forget that the world exists. I wear a million masks- and the only place I am truly myself is within words that never fall into the right hands. Our body remembers
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Collecting Trauma Cards: A Survivor’s Story of Family, Silence, and Strength
At times I think about how I would sit in the passenger side of the car, talking to my dad about how I want to change the world. That I want to be the good in the bad, and earn enough money so that I can help others. As a kid I would dream about
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The Art of Destruction
She notices that her cup is filled just enough to get her drunk, yet her thoughts already filled the glass. You see, that is the art of destruction. Everything that comes into your life ends up hurting you, or you hurt it, there is no in between, no balance. When I was 5 years old,
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