A note on my mental health struggles and how I’ve been doing
It’s 9 PM, and for the first time in months, I’m sitting outside on my patio, typing away on my laptop as I occasionally glance at the navy blue sky. There are mostly bad memories associated with sitting…
Up until a certain age
I always felt like life was so black and white
The boredom of school
Coupled with a lack of friends
And a home that wasn’t suitable for children
Was the fuel to my now-anxious mind, but alas,
A necessary force that propelled me to escape
I don’t remember when or where I took this photo.
But it’s one of my favorites because it marks the first time I successfully manipulated an image using Photoshop (as well as Lightroom for color edits).
I remember detesting the use of photo editing software during my amateur stages as…
A few years ago, after an intense 6-month period of depression, I was put in a fortunate position where I was able to work from anywhere as a writer.
Any city, state, country, hostel, AirBnB, you name it.
I did a fair amount of traveling during that time (within my…
Gaming with my dad
From London to India
Walking through spike traps
And swimming with piranhas
Sparking a love for travel
I still have my original copy of Tomb Raider 3, the insanely difficult game that revolves around Lara Croft traveling around the world to look for four meteoric artifacts…
A micro poem about insomnia
Shock waves from the brain
When I knock on Dream Land’s Door
Where sleep is taboo
My dad has battled insomnia for most of his life, getting between 3–5 hours of sleep per night (But despite this, he functions better than most people I know).
“Red” Haiku Prompt
A blind man asked me,
“What does red look like to you?”
“Insecure,” I said.
Before the popularity of r/AskReddit, Yahoo! Answers was the place to be for thought-provoking questions, answers, and troll comments.
In my youth, I came across the headline:
“The Most Difficult Question That…
A Haiku Poem
Creation of life
Empty bellies fill with joy
Only to suffer
The other day, in the midst of both a panic attack and trying to come up with my next poetic idea, I thought of the following notion:
I wish my mom hadn’t given birth to me…
A haiku poem about therapy
A fresh, open wound
Bleeding to a poker face
While they assess me
“How was your first therapy session?” my boyfriend asked.
“It was OK. I just talked about my anxiety and he taught me a breathing exercise. But I don’t like the environment. It…