"when you reach the end of your rope. tie a knot & hang on" – fdr
She lost her way. She was addicted. Pain gave her happiness, happiness full of pain. She turned off her light. The sun fell to the ground. She burned her hands, gathering the pieces all around. Clouds made way for rain. She drowned. The tide was high. She was unfathomable. Originally written: …
I'm sick and tired, of all the curiosity. My mind's eating me alive, I feel surreal. It's too much to reel in, my boat's sinking. Help. Into the water, I take a dive. Breathing? Unnecessary. I let myself drown, into the hellfire that calls out to me. I see no sign of tranquility. There's fire …
My mind wanders. My thoughts scatter, aim to break free. They show me the real me, the dark side of my negativity. I know I'm slipping away, out of breath. The knot's loosening. And I'm losing.
I wish I had a little bit of freedom. handcuffs. …
Why do some parents perceive themselves as more superior than their children? Why do some believe that they could do whatever they want, whenever they want and it wouldn't affect their child? Why do some deem it okay to scream at their child, call them names, torture them, put them down, make them feel inferior …
When my anxiety kicks in the firstmost thing I notice is my racing heartbeat. It speeds up so dramatically that I have to put a hand to my heart just to help calm it down. Then, the shallow breaths. My breathing slows, then races. It becomes inconsistent. And suffocating. Next, the weakness. I can never …
I feel so alone today. So weak, so guilty. Regret. Its like I failed the test God set out for me. And I can just feel His disappointment. My mind is swimming with emotions. Many I fail to decipher. I feel like a bad person. I feel like nothing is going right. It's as if …
I just need to break down and cry. I'm back on a low. My tears are now fast and heartbeat slow. Deep breaths in and deep breaths out, still I feel suffocation all throughout. It's a sad place to be in, I can't escape. I can't deal with the anxiety, I should leave. Now my …
Emile Sandé - Read All About It | Part III | Writing. It's truly a blessing isn't it? I don't remember when I started writing. Or how. But it's been a part of my life since I could remember. Although, I never was fond of keeping a diary (until now) I was always better at …
Aliyah. I promise one day you'll be born into this world. I don't know when. But it's inevitable. I'm your creation. My whole world surrounds itself around you even when you have yet to be born. You are my hope. My world. My future. So I feel that I should give something back to you. …
Hi, I'm a girl. I have lots of luscious hair. Well, I used to... Telogen Effluvium. In easy words, it's hair loss. But not the normal one. It's abnormal because I'm still under the age of 20 and do not have any other disease devouring me right now. So let's give this thing a nickname …
Continue reading "My Chronic Hair Loss Journey – Telogen Effluvium"
I have a big headache. I'm losing my hair. Really. My family is not mine. I don't feel like they love me. I don't feel comfortable in my own body. My dreams look so far away. I don't want to fall again, but I'm falling deeper than before. I'm unsteady; heavy-hearted, wanting to be gone with …
I'm falling. Somewhere deep, into my own self. Off a cliff, into an endless river. I cry. Then I smile. I laugh, then I don't. I talk, then I shut up. I look, and then I don't. She affects me more then I would ever want her to. She makes my life more difficult then …
This is for my girls (& possibly gay men). This is for heartbreak. For my heartbreaks. & for yours. Sometimes we value others more than we value ourselves. We give them more importance than we should. More than they deserve. We cherish them and hold them, close to our heart. We hurt ourselves but don't …
Family. It's a strong word. You have it. So do I. Mine is yours and yours is mine. What family means to me? Family, it's there. It's just there. Static. Unforgettable. Always influencing your decisions. Always on the back of your mind. It's important. It's annoying. You love it, but then you don't. It's your …
Eggshells. Walking on eggshells is what my whole childhood and teen years have felt like. I don't think i'm gonna spill my whole story on this. But from today I'm gonna keep a journal. I'll keep updating. FIghting hurts. It gets to you. As a child you feel hopeless. You feel like your the only …
Sometimes I really find that I am boggled. That my mind is rushing with emotions and I am not able to understand them. After watching a specific episode of Bones, I realized that the proper way to describe this was "I am not in tune with myself." I don't know what I'm feeling a lot. …
I've never understood this word really. or the actions standing beside it. today was the day of the Florida high school shooting. And although these shootings don't really touch me on an emotional level (I feel it, but it doesn't really affect my everyday life) I felt the reality of this one today. I don't know if …
