Depression and anxiety Encompass more than sadness, Fumbling hands, and racing heartbeats. It's missed deadlines, Canceled plans, drawn blinds to block the sun, prayers to make it to dawn. It's silence after breakdowns, Bruised knees From praying for peace. It's lying in the fetal position, drowning in a sea of tears. It's succumbing to grief … Continue reading You are never alone – Sarah Jean Bowers
Fear no longer sits with melancholy; it dances wildly, trumpeting its arrival upon the departure of sadness. There was security in despair, as if depression was some sort of cloak of invisibility, and wrapping myself in it ensured my quiet observation of the world. Fear has stripped me of my cloak to parade me naked … Continue reading In the absence of melancholy
You think you know me? You don't. You think I'm the same woman from a few years back? Not even close. You think I'm still quiet, subservient, timid and fragile? Afraid Not. You think I'm just going to let you do and say what you want to me? Think again... I can … Continue reading You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer
It’s a war that can’t be won only fought It’s a pain that burns fresh and it burns deep It’s a disease that hides behind pretty smiles and sparkling eyes It’s a silent scream with bloody talons tearing through the soft flesh of my still beating heart It lurks just beneath the surface of … Continue reading Never Leave My Side – Abbie Zebrowski
I wasn't born into normality. My first breath I ever took on this earth came with struggle and strife. I've only known the painful roads of life. I guess that's what contributed to the coldness of my beating heart most of my life. I wasn't a daydreamer, a wish upon a star type, because I … Continue reading Abandoned in Wonderland – Charlene Trolinder
It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.
My first day at preschool, I could see that the teacher's aide wanted to teach me the letters, so I didn't say, I know this already... I was afraid of hurting her feelings. When she asked me to try, I read the words and kept reading, I learned to read at home when I … Continue reading Is It Good Enough? – Matthew D. Eayre