I try to make sense, Of the angst I've been feeling, As if there’s ONE trigger, That’s sending me reeling.
Mental health
Birthday Brooding
Just a little post birthday brooding...
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Pretending
The “need to do’s” keep piling up—stacking endlessly. They stretch into the sky where my dreams live; where the vultures circle, dancing between flutters and glides. The world out there doesn’t seem to care that I still see faces in everything, staring back at me from the shady parts of a crushed faux velvet bathrobe, … Continue reading Pretending
Breathe Through
I’ve felt time a little heavier lately—in the fine lines I can’t remember from before; in the tiny popping in my lower back as I twist down to pick up a pen; in that fiercely subtle “boom, boom, boom” in my chest, like a ticking clock, like a threat, wrapped up in blessings, and moments, … Continue reading Breathe Through
Race Therapy
Solitude is a long stretch of blacktop plotting my next move before I even know to make it—grazing the borders of legality, unbound yet trapped by my own hands upon the wheel. Solitude is a gentle swerve into the turn—a coast to the outcropping before allowing the wheel to straighten on its own. It's a … Continue reading Race Therapy
“Uncomfy”
I’m beginning to feel exhausted. The glamour that is this "unprecedented turn of events" is fading. I prepped for a year and this thing is going on well beyond that, with only hints of an end in sight. I don’t feel safe anywhere anymore, except home, where I also happen to be drowning with a … Continue reading “Uncomfy”
The Daily "Me" 