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)
I come to you, battered and helpless. My demons have overstayed their welcome. Society and personal afflictions have kept me from you. Nothing on this beautiful earth truly helps to the extent of true peace, so I must look beyond. I lay in a dark and quiet room, alone, desperately looking for a way out… Continue reading An Agnostics’ Prayer
Grateful.I am grateful to have family, friends, mentors, and mentees to keep me sane as we all grow together. Learning.I am learning my true fulfillment; I once chased money from the fear having none due to the past, but now I chase impact as the change I create in this world is the only thing… Continue reading G.L.A.D Pt. 1
The clichè phrase is, "Don't judge a book by its cover." But we don't even get that chance with our own book. We have to read our lives, because it's our story; and sometimes we feel like we can't change our story. Thinking past things like religion, politics, science, etc, we tend to feel like… Continue reading Your life is a book. Control the Story.
Will someone share with me love's location? I can't find this woman anywhere. I've checked bars, tea shops, the internet, the library, hell, I even check Popeyes from time to time. Every where I go, I keep an eye out for love. I haven't spoken to love since 2016. I mean, she doesn't return my… Continue reading Someone please share love’s location.
The scientists observe as they stare through the glass. Wondering if he feels trapped or comfortable in his habitat. Sometimes he looks depressed, stressed, and urging for social interaction, but when we open the doors, he never leaves. Is he scared? Nervous? Anti-social? Scarred? He looks through the glass with an imaginative look of life… Continue reading The Loner Experiment
Guarded by pain. Sheltered by fear. Never too close. Or you may never see it again. To see the light it must first accept its grace. If only it could trust enough to step outside the walls of defense. And embrace freedom. Until then it cannot be touched. Until it allows itself to.