Mental illness
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I wish you knew what it was like to be inside my skin. I wish I could begin to explain it to you. It’s not fair to say that I come with a label that asks you to handle me gently. This mind and body is filled with so many cracks and bruises, it’s liable…
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It’s difficult being the girl who wants to make sure the world knows she “has it all together”. It’s exhausting. From the moment the alarm goes off in the morning until the creeping way too late hours of the night she pushes past breaking points and meltdowns for the sake of…who knows anymore. The girls…
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want…
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Facing the monster inside yourself is a sobering and humbling moment in time. In reality you may think you’ve caged and quieted them a hundred times over. Locked them away and thrown away the key in some dark ocean depths never to be found again. Then the moment comes and you realize the door you…
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I am not a girl given over to soft edges and quiet voices. It’s troublesome, really. I do not ever specifically remember my mother raising me to be such an independent loud spoken, opinionated, demanding woman. If anything, I’d probably owe some of the congratulations to my father. He spent many hours of his time…
I Would Rather Be In Bed 