poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
The one thing I hate the most about depression is that it is so unpredictable for me. I have gone weeks without feeling an ounce of sadness or worthlessness and then suddenly the chaotic carousel decides to run again and I can't jump off before it's spinning out of control and the friction from the… Continue reading carousel of depression
Shouldn't I fear my demons' presence whenever I sense them in my room? "Hello, old friend," I say as I waltz towards the doom. Those words... how they flow so effortlessly out of my mouth, so smooth, like I just knew, like I have no doubt that their bodies will move every which way that… Continue reading hello, demons, i have missed u
Sitting in silence. Staring at the wall. Floating with my demons. Drifting away from it all. Dancing with dissociative habits. Drowning in my pain. Folding inwards. My brain's at it again. Sitting in silence Wondering where the time goes As I'm staring out the window For hours on end. Hiding. Fighting. Slowly dying. I swear… Continue reading inward.
When I think about generational curses in my lineage, I think about depression and anxiety. For me, it is depression that I consider to be the biggest curse I could ever run into. I want to break free but there are a few things I must understand wholeheartedly first. For me, breaking that curse does… Continue reading Generational Curses part 1
Unraveling my soul 