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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 Door within the Vines

April 25, 2019April 25, 2019 A+H

This post is a full excerpt from Alice in the Upside Down©: Day two in this upside down world. I had just opened my eyes to the morning when my new friend, Butterfly Blue perched on my finger. He was opening and closing his wings repeatedly as if he was stretching and preparing for the… Continue reading The Door within the Vines

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Meet me in the ocean of wildflowers

April 25, 2019April 26, 2019 A+H

This post is an excerpt from my book, Alice in the Upside Down The ground has shifted... I can feel it, deep within my bones.  Change is here. Yesterday is gone. Every single day is gone. I so desperately wanted to hold on. But those hours have slipped out of my hands. My bleeding, raw… Continue reading Meet me in the ocean of wildflowers

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Alice & her Madness (4)

April 10, 2019April 26, 2019 A+H

I am exhausted but I just woke up. I've only been awake for an hour. It's 9 A.M and usually by now, my day has begun. But this morning is different. This morning I don't want to get out of bed. I'd rather stay right where I'm at and forget the world exists. I'm not… Continue reading Alice & her Madness (4)

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Alice & her Madness (3)

April 3, 2019April 26, 2019 A+H

10:27am April 3 2019   Yesterday was a terrible day. I felt so ...broken. I don't really know how else to describe it. From the moment I woke up, I was really sick. (Food poisioning) And though I felt better throughout the day, depression crept in like the grim reaper and took me so fast.… Continue reading Alice & her Madness (3)

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Darling Little Doll, the toxic of them all.

April 1, 2019 A+H

You tore into my scarred flesh with your pretty, manicured claws. Your bloody fangs, I can still feel them, The way they ripped right through the veins in my neck. Your daggers tore my skin wide open. I will never forget the way you made me feel When your hands crushed my airways, Forcing the… Continue reading Darling Little Doll, the toxic of them all.

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