Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? [...]
I was asked by someone long ago what I wanted to be at two years old I wanted to be a goat, at six an FBI agent, at nine an author, at ten invisible, at eleven dead. At twelve I wanted to run away, at thirteen I wanted to be somebody's child, at fourteen [...]
I told my girlfriend today that I loved her....and she didn't say it back....( I think I heard a gasp from the audience)....so why am I not freaking out....or losing my shit....or curled up in the fetal position crying about it....well for one my ego isn't that fragile....two....I know she's falling in love [...]
Broken, I love someone broken “We’re playing hot potato,” you had said As we took turns to succumb to the monsters; Those chemical teeter-totters in the playgrounds Of our heads, and whilst I was below Beset, prepared to die to spare you (How nobly I would go, for you, for everyone For those foolish [...]
Until you've tethered your madness to someone else's sanity in order to keep breathing, you don't know vulnerability.
We're human and we all make mistakes, but please don't say these things to someone with a mental illness. We'll try our best to think before we speak, we ask that you do the same. Thank you. Words Can Hurt | Embracing Balance.
The words of support that my Mom and I have received since we wrote Words From My Mom: Her Journey has been astounding, and we treasure and appreciate every one. One email that I received tore at my heartstrings and with the writer's permission I would like to post it now. To the Amazing woman who wrote [...]