It’s the silent killer you don’t expect to meet. It tells you you’re worthless and you don’t mean a thing. It walks you down the path of darkness, And it makes you feel: Hopeless… Helpless… Homeless… “Why even try?” It will ask. Then it hands you your “fake-smile” mask. It tells you that no one… Continue reading The Deceiver Named Depression
So…let me tell you a little bit about my life for the past month or so… February-March-life was great. Mack and I were doing great (so I thought), school was alright…work was pretty stressful, as always, but I was turning in my resignation, so I wasn’t worried about it too much. Life was overall looking good… Continue reading What a Time to be Alive…
I walked outside one summer night, nothing and no one in my sight. I heard an old owl singing softly, I cried “my love is singing to me.” When we were young, he sang that song, I’d close my eyes and sing along. I used to think he was just a silly boy, but then… Continue reading An Owl’s Song
God it hurts so bad- to lose the one you wish you had. You gave me all of your pretend love- called me your angel from above. I was a Saint and you were my hell- you shoved me back into my shell. You promised you’d hurt me- I just had to wait and see.… Continue reading The Saint Loves the Sinner
My friends constantly say “you don’t know what you’re worth,” “you need to figure out who you are and who you want to be,” “you have to love yourself before you can love someone else,” “you need to stop settling for guys who don’t deserve you. You deserve a good guy…” I just want to… Continue reading Know Your Worth.
You scare me sometimes, PTSD… When you sleep right next to me. I lie there and wonder what happens in your dreams, and who caused these screams. There’s never a night you don’t wake me, As you yell at the “men in the sea”. Everyone is a “piece of shit,” or a “son of a… Continue reading Sleeping With PTSD
As a psych tech in an ED, I see it all. From suicidal patients, homicidal patients, psychotic patients, repeated visits from patients with substance abuse-crying for help with detox, kids and teens with autism or other major mental disorders. I’ve had patients spit at me, hit me, say they don’t trust me because I’m a… Continue reading Where My Patience Ends.