on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression
sometimes in january
through the fog- breathe
a micropoem on coping with social anxiety
the ebbing
of mental health
travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos
11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel like leaving is fragmenting as though losing bits of yourself. but arrival is no better, all you've got are the pieces of you that survived. i am sitting... Continue Reading →
check on your friends?
trigger warning: suicide, eating disorders, depression
breathe
it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breathe🍃 Featured Image: @ronyhernandes
autumn
i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course do not gesticulate and fan yourselves wildly as if burning from the summer heat i had long been a flower losing its light
i trust myself
October 2016, At a 'Healing Retreat', one of the participants says: "I trust myself" and I burst into tears. Three simple words. I think about them everyday and sometimes like that day, I hurt. I have always had 'trust issues'. You can't trust anyone. Its a lesson I am taught through pain and at perhaps... Continue Reading →
-the elusive healing power of vitamin d
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
the obscure hall and its hollow walls
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can't see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through... Continue Reading →
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