– therapy homework –

We’re all born a relatively blank canvas. As our lives progress, we experience emotions that begin to color who we are. Now, it’s probably different for everybody; colors and what they represent to each individual can be very personal. But I was immediately colored pink with the effusive love of my family. I was coloredContinue reading “– therapy homework –”

Fighter

You are a fighter which is another word for magically resilient… openly battling an enemy, heart like a fist punching the wind out of opposition however much of it there is. A fighter, you are a threat to life’s struggles, however strong they may be (or seem to be). A force to be reckoned withContinue reading “Fighter”

“We’re only given one spark of madness.”

I have this hooded denim vest that I stick all my pins and patches on. It’s fun to wear because it’s fun and colorful, and overall just an outward expression of who I am, how I feel in the inside. My favorite pin on there, as of lately, is an orange one with a RobinContinue reading ““We’re only given one spark of madness.””

How are names, a Harry Potter quote, exorcisms, and mental health related? Well I’m glad you asked…read on:

I think it’s obvious to anyone reading this that I have a natural affinity for words. Finding vocabulary that fits certain feelings I want to convey, finding phrases and linking them with other phrases that capture the essence of a particular topic, grouping sentences that are applicable to certain experiences together with one another…I fuckingContinue reading “How are names, a Harry Potter quote, exorcisms, and mental health related? Well I’m glad you asked…read on:”

Sometimes it’s necessary

Ripped apart, undone, torn at the seams. The pieces of yourself untethered from each other, no longer bound as one. They float from your grasp. The last bit of mental strength is the only bandaid you have at your disposal. If only you possessed the energy to stick it on before it’s all too farContinue reading “Sometimes it’s necessary”

Graphic opening sentence, but tell me if you get what I’m trying to say here!

If I blew my skull open, splattered my brain onto the blank wall behind me, let it drip down into pools that echoed my former consciousness, I wonder what it would look like. I bet there would be glitter there. From the excitement I hold inside of me and from the goodness in my depths.Continue reading “Graphic opening sentence, but tell me if you get what I’m trying to say here!”