emotional health

Scars

Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into...

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Fishes

I have always felt that humans were like the sea- the unfathomable girth of their chests as they inhale the decadence of their families,...

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Am I a Stuck Up Little Bitch?

I just learned I have a reputation as a recluse – a reputation I hate. It’s true, I’m easily intimidated by colleagues and...

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Maybe It Wasn’t My Fault

Lacey could tell something was off. “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Nothing, Honey. But we need to talk – all of us.” Her mother meant...

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Unheard Screaming: Silent Misunderstood Me

Those peering into the lives of those of us who struggle with mental health, perplexed as to why we seem to have potential to live...

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Great Game Changer

Once … Once upon a time … Once upon a time there was a vibrant young girl, full of passion and ambition, full of pride and...

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The Rise and Fall

When I was seventeen I dreamt of a great big life filled with a glass house on the beach, diamonds, pretty bad boys, fancy designer duds...

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HOME

Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her...

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Things that are Unbelievable

I know that songs can erupt into moments. you do not need to dare me I will do mostly anything you want for me to be your naughty girl good...

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My Truths

I am almost 42 years old, in the middle chapter of my life. Large volumes of experiences are now behind me, and large volumes are yet to...

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Night at the Improv

I needed a good scare. Something that felt like a roller coaster, but without the height. Entering my fiftieth year, I was contemplating my...

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TEASE

“Empty-headed!” Her mother scoffs, Trampling on her quest To attain The Look. Unthwarted, she persists, Craving the boys’ attention...

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Woman With Pen

My daddy says there are two Kim’s, The one with pen and the one without. I told him the “Real” Kim has pen— Where she becomes...

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I Want Tears

I want tears I want pain I want grief I want shame My hands char from a gentle touch, so effortlessly. Spite me, Condemn me Damage me. Spew...

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Broken Boys

Everyone needs a hobby. I like collecting broken boys. I wouldn’t have brought it up, but once you’ve seen a pattern,...

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And They Say, Poor Woman

I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are...

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Some Days, I’m A Little Bit Psycho

If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my...

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Texting With My Ex

Break 1 The first time we broke up, we met at an old-fashioned ice cream stand. I ordered a strawberry shake, and we sat at the edge of the...

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Don’t Let Me Linger, Black

How could you forgive me if I can’t find it in my heart to forgive myself? For what, love? Oh, you know the goddamn basics, for living,...

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COBRA

Crack. Like a cobra she rapid-fire attacks. Tongue flicking never losing sight of her victim. No matter the attack may not be justified....

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Skinny Jeans

Don’t believe the sales girl. She’s lying. That’s what I told myself. Like my Mom, I hate shopping, but I really needed some new...

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Make it Stop

The words are peeking in at the oddest times they want to say so much but I shelter them from eyes. I need to protect their vulnerability...

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What I Did

You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives...

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How Do You Like Me Now?

We live in the dirty, digital age of Celebrity wannabe where everyone, including me, overshares everything. At the gym today, I was...

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What We Need

We are sun-baked in the sand, hand in gritty hand, when you ask me, “What’s your favorite season?” Expect me to say—Here. Now. No...

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Brave Enough

We couldn’t survive the hurt Our injured, tattered, fragmented souls had weathered too much and we couldn’t weather each other any...

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