The lights twinkle,
It’s all too overwhelming,
Everything is glitter and sprinkles,
The ice is melting.
Read More »Twinkle and Sprinkles.
Tag: it’s ok not to be ok
Head West then North.
Is it weird that I haven’t cried,
Since the day you died?
I had to be the one who was strong,
For other people to hold on.
Read More »The High That Comes After The Crushing Low
Many of you may have experienced this short time in which you feel truly fortunate to have gotten through the worst part of your condition, it’s almost as if the sheer act of feeling less horrible causes a light to shine in the darkness.
These tiny moments are enough for me to hope that one day this feeling will last longer, that one day the anxiety and depression inside me will slowly begin to fade until bad days are few and far between.
Boredom.
Recently I’ve been feeling rather down, it seems the change in season has truly won this round, I have absolutely no motivation to do anything, and then today it hit me.
That’s Great
Friday the 13th
As a child I was very superstitious; never utter the phrase “Bloody Mary,” in the mirror, never step on a crack, and always look out for danger on Friday the 13th because it will find you.
Looking back my imagination fed my anxieties, every time a mirror was in front of me I saw what would happen if I uttered that phrase, and going to school on Friday the 13th meant monsters hid around every corner.
12 Months
It has been a year since my last miscarriage, tests from Tommys keep being pushed back every few months, in this time I have kept hoping that we will find the problem but after a year it’s being to feel hopeless.
I’m another year older than I was, another year with terrible mental health, and I honestly feel that I have achieved nothing. That’s not true, however, so I thought I’d list my achievements none the less.
Deserted
I’ve been adrift for a long time,
Without any reason or rhyme,
Deserted amongst the normal,
Wearing jeans to a black-tie formal.Read More »
Will O’ The Wisps
A clock turns to midnight,
The will o’ the wisps come alight,
Leading to what you want so much,
Ten fingers and ten toes to touch.
Beacon Mountain
The sun shone on the crystal loch,
A boat sailed out of the dock,
Waves crashed against the shore,
The perfect Cove to explore.
Where does this Fear come from?
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t petrified in one way or another. I’m not sure why I am this way, I cannot justify it, being scared has always been a part of my life.
For a long time I tried to understand where the fear came from, has it been from all the bad things in my past? Did something else happen to me at an even younger age?
