life
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Alive and Free
Mistakes don’t erase your progress, and progress doesn’t mean no mistakes. It’s the way that I’ve learned to step away from all or nothing thinking and to keep pushing towards my goals. Perfection, streaks, and counting days be damned. Continue reading
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Life Is for Living:
A Collection of Poems Written from the Psych Ward in March of 2021; Continue reading
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33 and counting
September is National Suicide Prevention Month. Before my 20th birthday, I promised myself that I would not live to see my 30th. At the time, it felt like something way out in the distance, almost unreal. I didn’t quite grasp the significance of creating this time limit on my life, a deadline if you will. Continue reading
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remember
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou Continue reading
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Nighttime Numb
Awake in the darkness. The glare of the phone screen Burns shadows into the backs of my eyes. Burning, hot, through my palms, Exhaustion burns my entire body. The hum of the AC cuts Into the hum of my overflowing mind. Random bursts of unrelated sounds As my fingers scroll, possessed, My eyes glued, my Continue reading
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This is Different
I am no stranger to the dark and the sad, to the depths of painful expression Most of my life it was all that I knew, but for windows of respite, pockets of light It isn’t unfamiliar. It is unwelcome. Continue reading
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on indecision:
Not knowing where to begin because of not knowing where I am headed.A vague idea of getting out,finding the exit,winning the game.But what does that mean? Not knowing what I want because I only know what I don’t want.A debilitating sense of confusion.This way or that way?End or beginning?Pulled in all directions; stuck fast where Continue reading
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Walking on Sand
I landed in Koh Samui with all of my luggage and all of my anxiety. A driver holding a sign with my name on it was waiting at the airport to take me to my new home on the beach. The plan was to stay here for a month. I’ve never been a huge fan Continue reading
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(crushed) Alive
Stuck. What do you do when the walls of motivation are closing in tight, crushing, not stopping, and you are on the wrong side of them. You’re not sad. You’re stuck. You’re not depressed, you just can’t move. And the inability to move feeds into everything you are trying to run away from. The walls Continue reading
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Waking up
Waking up in Ubud, Bali is not the same as waking up in Brooklyn, New York.It’s 6 a.m. and the sun is rising, peeking out in shining rays behind the coconut palms.I throw open my curtains, letting it all in, the contrast is startling, each day anew.The tiny colorful singing birds, orange and yellow and Continue reading
I can I know 