A dark and stormy night does come once more,A shroud of sadness wraps around my heart,A pain that’s all familiar, I abhor,A cycle that I hoped I’d played a part. I thought that I had conquered it, but no,It rises again, a towering wave,And all my efforts, I’m starting to know,Have proven worthless, powerless to... Continue Reading →
i cannot quiet all the voices inside my head; they all tell me all the things i so truly dread. pictures of the past these voices vividly paint to taunt my current state of emotional restraint. they chain my heart and mind to uncertainty, telling me all these newfound hopes will go badly. i brave... Continue Reading →
you knew how i was broken, how i didn’t have enough of myself. you knew from the start: i had doubts, i was insecure, i felt inadequate, i was hurt. you knew i had my guards up, my walls towering, myself protected. i surrendered all these to you because you showed me that you knew.... Continue Reading →
Self-care is one of the many things the older generations look down upon. To them, this concept is nothing but selfishness, an excuse for us to indulge ourselves in our vices without being guilty, which is not the cases. Self-care is any activity that we deliberately do in order to take care of our mental,... Continue Reading →
without me, the sun will still shine and share its warmth to the world. without me, the moon will still glow and show its beauty, conquering the darkness. without me, the flowers will still bloom and make this world beautiful. without me, the seas will still rush to shore and give comfort to those who... Continue Reading →
Most people believe that mental health illness are rare and “happen to someone else.” In fact, mental health conditions are common and widespread. Mental health and mental illness are increasingly being used interchangeably, but they do not mean the same thing. Everyone has mental health, just like everyone has health. In the course of a... Continue Reading →
Was I bewitched so by the thin red line to notice not that time released its hold and let pale Iris snip the silver twine to steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; no seraphim and harps to grace my ear, just silence, painful silence, and... Continue Reading →
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