I have to peel the layers,
My subconscious awaits,
Look beyond the prayers,
What’s beyond those gates?
Read More »Beyond the Black Gate
Tag: mental illness
Thoughts and Whispers.
A New Dawn.
I’ve been abusing myself,
Inside my own head,
Kindness on the bookshelf,
Only slurs are being fed.
Read More »When My Life Became Blue.
Take care of your sister,
You were just sad she wasn’t a mister,
Treating her like a boy,
Calling her names and sapping her joy.
Read More »Pneumonia
Some weeks ago I was sent to the hospital due to my body not recovering from COVID-19 after twelve weeks of symptoms.
Being in the COVID ward was hard enough, surrounded by people who were struggling to take a breath.
After many tests, the doctor was able to tell me that COVID had given me pneumonia, with no underlying conditions.
Read More »The tale of Scatter Brain Jane
Scatter Brain Jane has something wrong inside,
Her head is a giant jumble that she tries to hide,
As you pass by her outside on the street,
She looks so normal as she smiles to greet.
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
Still, I Plummet
The world revolves around the sun,
Winter, Spring, Summer, now Autumn has come,
Season’s change and I still think of you,
My purpose in life is now askew.
I try so very hard to put on a smile,
A laugh as I pretend not to think for a while.
Underneath I feel like I could explode,
But only I know the disarm code.
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.
The Lady Prince 