Hope: I Am Enough

I don't know if anyone else is like me, but I have problems. Looking at Facebook, is sometimes seems like I'm the only one. But I don't post every time I have a bad day, and I guess neither do you. What I don't post are days that I cry solely because my brain chemicals … Continue reading Hope: I Am Enough

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My Capital-T Truth

Dear humans who read this, I hope that the holidays treat you well. I hope they are filled with joy and love, and that all your dreams come true. I hope you look back on December 2015 as one of the best times of your life, and that you move forward into 2016 with renewed … Continue reading My Capital-T Truth

Poetry Friday: The Old Oak Door

The Old Oak Door They beat the old oak door with metal, hot With orange flame, they cast a holy scene Through windows of stained glass, an afterthought Of sacred things that men have turned obscene. The pastor in the chapel holds his face And worships at the feet of Christ the Lord; The mob … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Old Oak Door

Poetry Friday: Average Grace

Average Grace Fingers pinch at the tips nerves scream nails scrape across rough wires voice strains on highs and lows muscles stiffen and burn neck aches no one I can see can hear me but my pain brings a circle of ghosts drawn to the history I share through song

You’re Not a Sad Story

I'm writing this late at night which is usually a bad idea, since my thoughts can be so disjointed and my writing tends to get pretty wonky. But I want to say something: Lately I feel like I've been carried out of a really terrible trial, and my heart is slowly opening up to let in … Continue reading You’re Not a Sad Story

Feeling Better Better Better

A few months ago I expressed my concern that once my mental health started improving, I wouldn't have anything left to blog about. Now after about a month of slow posting, mostly reblogs and Poetry Fridays, let me say one thing: Mental health is not so bad. I'm no longer desperately clinging to, and then dejectedly hanging … Continue reading Feeling Better Better Better

What Santa Taught Me This Year

Every year my parents instruct us to write a note to Santa to put with the milk and cookies. This year I was the only child who conceded, but only because I had the ulterior motive of pointing the finger of blame at a certain jolly old man. I wrote a letter to him asking questions … Continue reading What Santa Taught Me This Year