Oneself

Hey, welcome back... So, if I expect this to be a comfortable space for everybody to share their stories and life experiences, and expect vulnerability from people, the least I can do is tell you something somewhat relatable and helpful. This post is going to be about mental health, how I have struggled in the past, how I am still struggling now, and how I could help, what you can do to help those around you, and in that, how you could help yourself. Also, I am in no way a professional, or therapist, or any of that cool stuff, although, psychology does excite and interest me, and sometimes, advice or help coming from someone close to you, or close in age feels more comfortable than going to a therapist or social worker or other.  I would also like to put a trigger warning on this post, so please take necessary action, cause I luv you <3 So, I guess I'll just dive right in talking about how my story of struggling with mental health started.... Like many stories I...

For those of you whom have come from my Instagram page, I thank you firstly, for taking the time to appreciate some more of my writing. I haven't been inspired to read or write anything for the past couple of months, however, I have written small poems here and there. I promise that I won't start all my posts off with a long paragraph explaining things that I write, unless I feel like it would lead to confusion if I don't, because I'm pretty sure you care more about the writing than you do about me, the writer. Anyway, I have written small poems like this one, where I felt like I deserved more from a person than what they decided to give me. I wrote this one night because I felt like I was getting caught up in something toxic, but I left it without a title because I didn't think the person who I wrote it about deserves to have yet another poem written about them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...