Wakefulness

I feel like I’m floating,In the space between sleep and wakefulnessSlipping just below the surface,The weight of sleep rests heavyOn my face.A welcome pressure,Still, sleep alludes me,Children chasing each other in a game of tag. I wait patiently to greet my friend,Wondering aimlessly,Around this twisted forest of thought.Frustration growsLike fire in my eyes.Tranquility lost,I wantContinue reading “Wakefulness”

Raw

Do you ever feelLike you are walking aroundWith open woundsBleeding?But they are the cutsNo one can see,The blood formsAs tears in your eyes,Streaming endlessly,You want to curl up,You want to bury your headIn your hands,But you are just tired…You remain still,Paralyzed, really. You are exposed,Naked while clothed,The light is too bright.Silence, felt loudly,It’s all tooContinue reading “Raw”

How Grief Kick-Started My Self Discovery

I’m trying to find out what exactly will make me proud of myself. That last part is extremely tricky. I have to figure out who I am separate from the relationships I let define me.

A Thought Exercise in Gratitude

I’ve retitled this post several times now and I’m still not sure it’s right. I think there is another word besides gratitude that I’m trying to grasp at here. However, for now, let’s soldier on. When I am experiencing some mental health low points, I hate when people tell me to think of all theContinue reading “A Thought Exercise in Gratitude”

Judgment: Real or a Projection and Does It Matter?

I feel like, when you headline a post with a question, the implication is that answers will follow as you continue reading. I will not make such a bold guarantee here. As I mentioned in “Taking Control Can Be Messy”, my life is dominated by questions right now. This question of judgment is just oneContinue reading “Judgment: Real or a Projection and Does It Matter?”