Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Do you hear me? He asked. Repeat what I just said. No no no you have got it wrong What the fuck is wrong with your head? This isn’t back then. I used to scream with rage and belittle you, but not anymore. I was just angry because I know Read more
Princess cards she sends me with her regards, Oh, bar-room eyes shine vacancy To see her you gotta look hard ―Manfred Mann, For You I had just come off a ten-year stretch of depression, scattered with a few bouts of mania when Dan came into my life. For years I Read more
I sat on a chair perched beneath the window of the nurse’s station. Opposite me, a woman had parked herself on one of the grey plastic seats and thrown a blanket over her head, which she peeped out of now and again with just her left eye. An old burgundy Read more
Straight stiff upper lippin’ it. No tears allowed—stay proud no matter how loud the noise in your head becomes. No money? It’s not funny. Watching them peruse your sanctuary as if it’s for sale. They redirect your mail. You have to keep telling yourself this is not a #fail. Right? Read more
She walks the same streets day after day, night after night, summer raspberry swirl sunset evenings, winter icicle frost bright and raindrop fall foliage. The seasons go red, and die brittle, broken sticks become renewed seedlings become spring. The familiar, smiling faces nod a kind hello. The knowing eyes softly Read more
Mindfulness. Be mindful. Thoughtful. Thorough. These words mean the world to me, my brain cells are on fire. Crispy snapping sounds sizzle in my ears. All because my mind never shuts down. I am always on alert for other people’s feelings, ever present as a catch-all for other people’s problems. Read more
Living life in front of the lens has its perks, namely access to incredible beauty magicians.High fashion artists, makeup and hair stylists, as well as fashion stylists are the wizards behind the curtain. I have relied on them for many years. They taught me how pluck, tuck, plump and properly Read more
For as long as I can remember, my thoughts have been trapped in my head. An ineffectual communicator, I always listened to others and took to heart the words they said. I never responded. I was silent. Childhood for me was silence. I never exposed a pure thought or an emotion that I was feeling. I just could not find the courage, or the right words to say what I felt.