I think that this should be titled The Climb, because that is how this has felt to me. I feel as though I have been climbing, step by step and day by day, out of the hole I dug myself. This took a lot of personal inquiry and attention, but not necessarily a lot of… Continue reading The Hole (Part 2)
The personal experience of digging my own hole and dealing with suicidal ideation.
What if you were okay with who you are? Who could you be? How would you live without the judgement?
A poem about sleep or lack there of.
I wish you could see you. The person you really are, not the person you think you should be. I wish you could see what other people see and not the harsh judgement you give yourself. I wish you could go back in time and see with the eyes of the child that you once… Continue reading I Wish You Could See You