Author: A+H

Mental abuse survivor. Poet. Writer. Mental Health Advocate. Believer. Things do get better. My stories will come out slowly and some are not pretty, not glamorous, not okay at all. Please be advised.

The Deterioration of Us

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Some people may read the title of this piece and immediately assume that I am a woman writing about the greatest loss of the greatest love of my life. In a way, they would be correct. These words hold sorrow over the loss of someone that I love. The only difference is this is situation… Continue reading The Deterioration of Us

Sitting Next to Motherhood

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"I'm okay. I'm just tired. Just been going through a lot lately. But I'm alright. I will be okay. I always am. Mom's just having a tough go of it. Life is difficult sometimes, well, a lot of times...no matter what stage we're in. And right now I need to sit here and think and… Continue reading Sitting Next to Motherhood

I am Alive.

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Quiet. Listen. Can you hear the noise? The buzzing in your head? The ringing in your ears? It’s the glitch and it's filled with reverberating static. Silence. Watch this. A mild haunting between moments of time. The present. The past. The future. Blending. Bending. The clash of multiple worlds. Beautiful violence in the slightest of… Continue reading I am Alive.

The Real Me.

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Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.