I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
by Bridget Conway I've never been particularly good at practicing self-love. Actually, if I'm honest with myself, I've never even been good at self-“like”. Since I was seventeen, I've struggled with chronic depression. I suffer from obsessive negative thought spirals, in which either: (a) my mind generates the worst-case scenario for any given situation and … Continue reading A Work in Progress
by Anon I know I'm not the only one that went through this at some point in life: Depression. Depression is dark, powerful, and sometimes inescapable. It's an epidemic among us that most of us keep silent because we're afraid to show our peers that we're weak and vulnerable. After months of whirlwind emotion, a … Continue reading Identity
i feel like there's a cloud of bees just swarming around my brain and not letting me form complete thoughts just jumping from one to the other, so i don't fall over - does that make sense? i feel like there's a storm cloud resting heavily on my head preventing my eyes from focusing, blinking, … Continue reading Does That Make Sense?
Anxiety is something that I've learned to embrace, in a way. I've been battling with it for so long that the idea of not resisting was nowhere on my radar. At one point, after days filled with constant pounding in my chest, and sleepless nights, something snapped. Perhaps my mind had decided that enough was … Continue reading Lavender Oil
Unsure if I should tell you what I'm feeling for fear of you spreading my emotions to others passing around my worries sharing it with the rest of the class, while I sit there, face beet red and waiting till I get sent to the principal. not a good enough reason to disrupt the lesson … Continue reading Can You Keep It?
Staring at the tiles Spreadsheets Blinding screens Made brighter by the overwhelming headlights of my own expectation. Sans motivation. How can I earn a vacation when I'm on the brink of humiliation, when my mind is devastation, consumed with creation and elation yet stifled by industrialization. When my eyes think, blink, bending over the sink … Continue reading An Exercise in Forgiveness