A Hard Thing

It is a hard thing, when a mind creeps and wanders and everything you want to say comes out as everything you have sworn you wouldn’t. It is a very hard thing when a mind, so full and so bright, turns in on itself and darkness feels like home again. It is a hard thing … Continue reading A Hard Thing

In Crimson Screams

I wonder what a quiet mind, full of light, would feel like; and if my memories could grow cold, or if you would turn hot, outside of the whispers in the shadows you have only ever known as home. Softly now, my darling. Darkness has withered the walls of this place, and it is heavy … Continue reading In Crimson Screams

Depression is Real and So is Ignorance

It's suicide prevention month, and as most of you know, suicide is the second leading cause of death in children and teens, second to motor vehicle accidents. Imagine my surprise when I woke up at 3am (I rarely sleep when I am beginning to swing) and went to twitter and saw the following from this … Continue reading Depression is Real and So is Ignorance

The Truth About Living On Borrowed Time – Peter Olsen

If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide and/or self-injury, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at (800) 273-TALK (8255). I’m not good right now I’m not well at all But here I am! Right over here I’m still alive Beating the odds As I’m holding on by a thread. … Continue reading The Truth About Living On Borrowed Time – Peter Olsen

I Live Days

I live days in defeat, beaten down by my own mind and the lies it whispers to me. But I have learned to put my feet up and rest easy on those days. For without that respite, I could never dance wildly when I live days in the sunshine of my victories. © Nicole Lyons … Continue reading I Live Days

The Long Road Home

It’s been awhile since I’ve walked this dusty road, but I remember it well. That spot there, where the sun never quite reaches, is where I found myself on my knees praying to a God I didn’t believe in. Bodies upon bottles upon razor blades gleaming with self-harm and a cocaine glow fill the ditches … Continue reading The Long Road Home

Breaking Beautiful

Show me what it looks like, the beautiful part of the breaking. Describe it to me in a way that lets me feel it down deep where madness decays in my bones. I need to know there's beauty somewhere in all of these pieces so I can believe in something again and know this isn't … Continue reading Breaking Beautiful