Living Two Lives…

For those who face the struggles of depression and anxiety , it often feels like you are forced to live two very different lives. There's the life that the world sees - full of laughter, smiles, and even success. There's a fear with letting them see the real you, because they will never understand. Then … Continue reading Living Two Lives…

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It finally all makes sense…

As I sat in my car on my lunch break, I picked up the pen and spiral notebook I had and began to write. The very first day, the words just flew from my mind, and by the time lunch was over, I had almost 10 pages before me. When I got home that night, … Continue reading It finally all makes sense…

Memories…they are not always good!

The cold waves ravage my soul yet again. Why must I remember? Wasn't the pain of long ago enough? It broke me then....I can't allow it to break me now. There are no rainbows here, no silver lining of good intentions. There is only pain and brokenness in those memories. Yet here they are on … Continue reading Memories…they are not always good!

She searches the past…

She sat and stared out the window, letting her mind drift back through her life. When exactly had her life started to go so terribly wrong? What had happened to her to make her the way she was? These were answers she so desperately needed, but honestly knew she would probably never find the right … Continue reading She searches the past…

Don’t waste your time with guilt and worry.

‘When thinking about life, remember this very important point... No amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.’ This one sure resonates with me! I spent so many years feeling horribly guilty for things I had done in the past. And because I couldn’t never get past … Continue reading Don’t waste your time with guilt and worry.

The blade… A poem from my darker times years ago…

She longer to feel the blade tear through her skin, That was her only release for all her pain. No one understood her, or even cared to try. She knew when she saw the trail of red come, The relief, however temporary,wouldn't be far behind. So for now, that was the only way she could … Continue reading The blade… A poem from my darker times years ago…