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Recovery

The Girl With a Dream

The empties are all around us They walk and talk like confidence But that is simply to fool us   People consumed by pettiness They care more for appearance The newest style, The coolest friends,   Love to them is... Continue Reading →

Deadbeat Deadlift

When I see you, I want to lift you. Hard body smooth under my rough hands, your cold accepting my heat, you make me (k)ne(a/e)d you. But your soul is heavy in my hands; I adjust my grip and strain... Continue Reading →

Chronic Recovery

After I first "beat" depression, I liked to tell people that no matter how bad things seem, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. I had survived the suicide attempts, I had stopped hurting myself, I had... Continue Reading →

When Good Enough isn’t Good Enough

After spending so much time and money Fixing the drive-train, the brakes, When is it worth it to fix the stereo? I've caged my demons, Though still they shriek, I've conquered my mountain; Precarious precipice holds for now. Yes, temporary... Continue Reading →

Sweet Nothing

He lays on the table, unable to move. Awake and aware and scared, eyes rove around the room frantically looking for something to find but there’s nothing. They open him, painlessly and wordlessly extricating, cataloging the contents of his soul.... Continue Reading →

One Missed Dose

Crying out for help But it comes out garbled Like I'm underwater And I can't hear if there's a reply Because all the voices are muted, Watercolor smears of sound.   Withdrawal is a thick pane of glass Between the... Continue Reading →

On Social Anxiety

I'd say it was gut-wrenching, but that's not quite right. Gut-wrenching is too cliché, doesn't encompass nearly enough. Your guts aren't just being twisted around, but twisted by a wrench of ice, while a thousand icy needles prick your skin,... Continue Reading →

Puzzle Pieces of Brokenness

When I walked into the bathroom she was huddled in the corner, knees to chest, a beautiful mess. Her right hand gripped a stained razor, while crimson pain spilled from her left wrist, palm up, shamefully showing the world what... Continue Reading →

Listening to Depression’s Lies

Today I failed. I failed on numerous levels, but there's one fail I'm the least proud of. I listened to my depression's lie. First: some background. As many of you may be aware, I am currently living out of a... Continue Reading →

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