Sanity is just within my grasp It’s on the other side of these bottles Of pills that I have to take Everyday For the rest of forever Small circles and squares That dictate my life Make me “normal” Entering my… Read More ›
Suicide
I know you
I know you The ache you carry Inside your bones The sadness Etched in the lines on your face You are loss and darkness You wrap around me like a cloak Heavy and solid You come to me in a… Read More ›
Battle Scars
Here’s the thing about life and love-they’re both battles and they leave scars on you that others can’t always see.
New Facebook
Hi everyone, it would mean the world to me if you would follow my new Facebook page But First Xanax @butfirstxanax if you’re on Facebook. I’m trying to expand to other social media platforms so please do like and follow… Read More ›
Blackness
It hurts you know? I’m screaming inside Don’t mistake my silence for forgiveness I am pulling at my clothes Smearing my mascara down my face Tears falling in angry waves of black That is what I feel when I think… Read More ›
Where to get help.
Because this always needs to be shared. No matter what. NAMI National Alliance on Mental Health https://www.nami.org/ Lifeline Chat 800-273-8255 https://www.mentalhealth.gov/ Blog I like: https://beyondmeds.com/
I’m bat shit crazy, but I’m fun, right?
Lately, I’ve been thinking about myself, and people I know that struggle with mental illness and instead of thinking about what they hate about themselves, I’ve been thinking about what makes them each individually amazing because of their mental health… Read More ›
Notice Me
I cut my hair and wore a new dress I lined my eyes and swung my hips you didn’t notice me do I have to paint my face with tears and stain my hands with blood for you to see… Read More ›
Fly
She broke her wingsThe feathers litter the floorShe plucked them outOne by oneJust to feel the pain And see the bloodFlow down the whiteness Of her skinShe stopped flying long ago
Glass box
I feel like I’m stuck in a glass boxI just want to scream high enough to shatter it around meI know it’ll cut my skinBut I no longer careI’m tired of being silentDoes it make you uncomfortable to watch me… Read More ›
Dose changes or trauma
I don’t want to feel anymore today. I take a buspirone and hope that it floods me with numbness. I am overwhelmed with sadness. I’m frustrated with feeling anything at all. Is it just med changes? I dropped my dose… Read More ›
I’m not okay.
It’s not okay what you did to me. It’s not okay that I’ve suppressed it and never talked about it. It’s not okay that you walk around a free man, no one knowing what you really are. It’s not okay… Read More ›
Friends in low places…
I had a friend reach out to me today saying that she’s super depressed and has no support. That anyone she’s tried to talk to has told her “What do you have to be depressed about?” That her doctor thinks… Read More ›
The Ones We Leave Behind
**Disclaimer and trigger warning. This is a completely fictional short story. It deals with tragedy and adult themes. If at any point you feel that the content makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading. My intent is not to cause… Read More ›
