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.

Introspective

A+H

It was then... when you grabbed my waist, when your hands pulled me close, firmly gripping my hips, that I knew how desperately I needed you. It was then... when I felt your lips caress my skin; when you took hold of my face, gently pulling my chin, and you breathed life into my lungs,… Continue reading Introspective

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.