Disconnected Boisterous laughs, music from an iPhoneand the different tonesof multiple, overlapping conversations swirlaround. They penetrate me to my core,tensing my gut,feet shakingand eyes staring deeplyat I don't know what. Everyone surrounding is engaged,present,yet I feel lost,miles awayyet trapped. Unable to move,to smile, to laugh,I sit stoicallyuntil my attention is jerkedback to the presentby a … Continue reading Poem // Disconnected
I love to journal. There's something cathartic about getting things out and there's nothing quite like the feel of your hand gliding along paper as you write. I haven't been journaling very consistently lately. I usually use the excuse that I'm too busy or too tired and that I'll "do it tomorrow." This is my … Continue reading Resolving to Journal More
© 2018 Avid Journaler Rigidly she stands, arms held stiffly by her sides. Ragged breaths breathed fast heaves her chest up and down in rapid succession— the only movement in her body save for the frantic darting of her unfocused eyes. Attention rapt on a battle raging inside, she neither hears nor sees me. Suddenly … Continue reading Poem // Saving Myself
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So, for the last week or so I have been consumed with my writing. I'm thinking of entering into Pitch Wars with a book that I started writing 5 years ago. I finished a draft months ago and have been working on revisions off and on ever since. Well, the last couple of weeks I … Continue reading Delving into Writing
So my blog is not anonymous. I write honestly about my life and experiences and my posts are linked to my Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr account. This is because I feel very strongly about me personally being very open about my Mental Health Journey. I hope to help and inspire others who are going through/have … Continue reading Perils of Not Staying Anonymous
Written December 20, 2016 ©2016 Avid Journaler Freedom Standing in near darkness, I can see just enough to realize I can’t see a thing beyond my body, illuminated ethereally from above. Looking down I see my hair is loose, cascading over my chest. Wearing a simple black tank top and blue jeans, I feel comfortable, … Continue reading Poem // Freedom