I am tired and I just want something pure, something beautiful to burst from the filth of this sickness, this tragedy that is devouring my mind again. And all at once I feel nothing but the shriek of my soul being ripped from its bones. © Nicole Lyons 2017
The shadows are making their way to my door again, and my stoop has been painted in grey, but I know that soon the grey will give way to the blackness and I will spend another season crushing bricks and sprinkling salt in every corner of my fragile mind. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Don’t tell me that there is no such thing as hell when your shoes are filled with heaven, you have seen me struggle with the weight of it. Come and sit a spell and let me drop hell for you to look into and we will see how quickly heaven moves you then. ©Nicole Lyons [...]
There is a beast in me who quakes to be worshipped. Its deep rumbling cracks the temple of me and I wait to crumble beneath it. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need [...]
It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.
It is as if some sort of cosmic energy is continually pulsing through my veins, cascading along, dancing with my white blood cells, finding a home in every organ of my body. I hold the universe inside of me and I delight in the idea of that for days on end, but when I hit [...]
Let’s chat, shall we? I hear you’re oh so tired of “this whole mental illness thing” so let me be quick, just clear up a few things for you, and then you can be on your way. My illness is as real, and as painful, as the physical illness that your beautiful child was born [...]