Am I Good Enough?
I’m not the same as you and them. I’m me. I dance to my own tune and try not to notice if it’s a little off-key. But I still want to fit in and be accepted. It’s a contradiction but …
I’m not the same as you and them. I’m me. I dance to my own tune and try not to notice if it’s a little off-key. But I still want to fit in and be accepted. It’s a contradiction but …
Depression is so evil. It grips you by the throat until swallowing and even breathing become laborious and challenging. It skews your reality so that you forget how to simply be. So that every movement takes extra thought and care. …
Facebook posts taunt me with their reminders of all that I have given up. The house to nurture and put my stamp on, the romantic meals, shopping for gifts for my significant other. I spend my days alone in a …
It’s no secret to those that know me that I’m a sun-a-holic. I need sunshine in my life to function and have self-diagnosed myself with SAD, or Seasonal Affective Disorder. If the sun’s shining, I bounce out of bed in …
I’m sat in a room, the curtains shut, the air rotten from stale cigarette smoke. I can hear the children laughing and playing in the garden, and sigh with relief at their happiness, their ambivalence. My stomach knots pull tighter …
I hate that feeling depressed makes me want to sleep. Yet keeps me awake with a myriad of thoughts crowding my brain. Making me tired. Making me crave sleep. Yet keeping me awake.