If the mountains weren’t too high, would I climb for you? If the valleys weren’t too low, would I slide for you? If the rivers weren’t too wide, would I swim for you? A wealth of knowledge within your mind, a wealth of ambition and strength in your soul, and wealth of beauty in my… Continue reading If the Mountains Weren’t Too High
When I stare down the barrel of my decisions, I wonder who's the witness to the crimes that I've committed? Breaking this law of life and I'm just waiting for my sentence, Fired from my duties like I was playing apprentice. What’s the value of friendship when trauma collides? Shadowed in pride, depression seeping both… Continue reading Run Away
Diagnosis...they're handing it out to me like bills. Major Depression. Social Anxiety. Obesity. Diabetes. Sleep Apnea. Insomnia. Carpal Tunnel. Bell's Palsy as a teen. How am I even alive? How am I still striving? This isn't even mentioning past poverty, discrimination, loneliness, self-confidence, and other things that effect the diagnosis's above, but are separate issues… Continue reading Diagnosis
I want to be someone's 1st priority. Is that too much to ask? If I'm needed for help, royally, I'm down for the task. Yes, I am loved, and we all have our lives. But I can't seem to escape loneliness, to no one's surprise. I hate that I need it, attention, I… Continue reading 1st Priority
We are about to get real with this one. Yesterday, I almost checked myself into a hospital. I had a mental/nervous/panic breakdown where I could not move, I was shaking and trembling, and I had WAY too many thoughts in my head. All I could do in that moment is DM a friend who I've… Continue reading The Evening I Almost Checked Myself into a Mental Hospital
About a month ago, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. All the days of mac n’ cheese and nachos finally caught up with me. Cheese was my stress food and fast food was my vice. I was working out an average of 2-3 days a week, but my eating habits was and still is… Continue reading Beat the ‘Beetus
What's that smell? Do I offend? Does my presence hurt your senses? Sorry for not being clean, I just can't seem to find the right soap. I keep trying different kinds that's recommended from many friends, family, and professionals, but nothing seems to be working. I can't shake it off. I used to think others… Continue reading Do I offend?
Sometimes I've wished to have a simpler mind. The kind that only creates one route with a sign. So many paths I want to take and people I want to be. Ambition is the mission, and vision is still the key. But I can't see the way, when I don't know it. I need guidance,… Continue reading Wherever The Wind Blows
I admit, I’ve been slipping on my self-care. Do I dare to live a life that doesn’t compare to a traveler nearly there? Is life particularly fair if your head’s stuck in the air? Got to wake up from this hell and get out of this nightmare. Maybe I should use the pair of my… Continue reading Nearly There
I am seething with hate right now. It seems like road blocks are consistent in my path of growth. So I'm free-writing right now. Your eyes are my journal. I was diagnosed with clinical depression and social anxiety in 2018, around the same time I was attending Sam Houston State University for a Masters in… Continue reading Mental health in an unforgiving world. (Journal)
