cheers to the new year

dear Father Time, I’m torn, because, while I have a few bones to pick with you, I am also grateful for the abundance of love that surrounded me over the last year. through the best and the worst of times, there is so much to look back on and appreciate. january my motherfucking birthday month!…

entry #23

dear depression diary, first of all, I hope everyone who celebrated thanksgiving enjoyed the holiday. I can honestly say some QT with my family was healing in so many ways. I think I’m back, definitely doing better. the well wishes from you all meant so much to me, it’s been a rough year, but I…

entry #22

dear depression diary, I am so utterly broken. I’m tired of people dying around me. I’m tired of having to explain those deaths to my kids. I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted, to the point that I am numb. when I found out about my grandfather, I couldn’t cry. not a single fucking tear. I could…

suppression

i refuse to let it in this feeling, these thoughts of never seeing you again it might actually kill me my whole life you’ve been there with kind words and endless love one of the few who really cared what will this world be without you? I am scared, absolutely terrified that the sadness will…

entry #17

dear depression diary, this entry is long overdue. admittedly, I think I’ve started three or four ‘entry #17′ and never finished or posted a single one. this summer was a difficult one, filled with so many setbacks and heartbreaks that it was hard to talk about. shit, I’m still coping from my losses and haven’t…

hiatus pt.1

hey everyone, first and foremost, I want to say thank you to everyone who stuck around over the last month while I did some much needed mental healing and soul searching. I can’t wait to tell you all about my time away and am so happy to see so many of you are still here…

butterfly

her, she shone with a light that radiated the darkest night my favorite moment was the night we met she shook my breasts, and not my hand; how could I forget when I would wear my flower crown headbands around her she would tell me ‘you look like a snapchat filter’ her laugh was infectious,…

entry #1

dear depression diary, today is a good day. yesterday was the anniversary of my brother’s murder, the event that triggered my depression. despite how much I miss his presence, I managed to get through the day okay. I know I owe that strength not only to myself for being able to accept my struggle, but…

senseless.

shots fired it’s us against us childhood friends turned foes and the fueding begins gone are the bonds we spent half our lives building we’ve grown up and apart, nothing is the same shots fired over girls, over money, over friends who aren’t friends rumors spread and the fake news becomes a disease blocking all…