Self awareness is the biggest rediscovery in life.

Once you are aware of your triggers, thoughts, emotions, behaviors, and trauma, that’s when you truly begin to know yourself. That’s the first step to growing. You can’t help yourself when you don’t know yourself. Once we grow up and no one is telling us how we need to live, we discover our true values. Our truest self. We start to unlearn belief...

Originally, her soul was as white as snow. As pure as a newborn baby. As innocent as they come. But over time, that white faded to dark. It started slowly, then all at once. The way one falls into a deep sleep, that’s how she lost her authentic, sinless soul. As trauma trickled in she began to lose her childlike self. As she grew older, she grew more and more cold. Like the light had simply gone o...

Stand up,

Be brave.

Let the true story

unravel

Cuz what you think you know

about him or her,

let it be known,

you’re precisely unsure.

We as depressed individuals

don’t need to shear our skin,

get high or long for our goodbyes.

We just want the true and accurate cure

for this burden we can’t help but feel.

Through our hearts and our minds were in chains laced with vines.

Im not asking for so...

My thoughts are intrusive bombs I can’t fathom into words. I’d like to think of myself as a good man, but then bam!! I get hit with another blasphemous, horrendous, god-awful thought. “I can’t help it, I’m a good person!!” I scream to my demons. They whisper back “You are a disgrace. You should never have been born!” Tension rises within me. It starts in my stomach and works it’s way up to my ches...

It can be uncovered,

But never understood.

It can be interesting,

But never reality,

again.

Memories of the unknown live inside this place.

Who lived here?

What were their stories?

How did they feel?

Were they happy?

Did they have a tragic ending?

Why did they abandon their home?

The warm southern air hits my face through the back door. It ruffles my hair.

I take a deep breath in,

I want to ...

When I look in the mirror, I see someone who looks like the person I appear to be. The person I am in pictures. The person others see. For some reason, this person doesn’t look like me. Like my soul, like my heart. Like what I love and who I am. Her eyes don’t capture the depth of my perspective. Her hair doesn’t curl with my authentic creativity. Her nose can’t smell the true intentions of others...

I woke up with my vision blurry and not able to breathe air. I panicked. Moving my legs and arms felt different. With each kick and punch I felt the weight of my body at whole. The thought of being underwater struck my mind and I immediately began treading water. I pushed my body upwards as much as I could, but still couldn’t feel the oxygen hitting my lungs. The panic grew more extreme. I could f...