I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. But, this poem could trigger those feelings, so please read only if you are in a safe place. This free-verse poem was written during a… Continue reading A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye
A brief introduction to the onset of mental illness and my experiences. Please, enjoy!
Realising what causes my mental blocks, which are, upon summary, conflict without a comprehensible source. I am so used to the compulsion of mental review, that I can’t always catch myself doing it. Its harder and darker than the rumination of the non-sufferer. There’s a lot of conflict involved and a lot of self analysis.… Continue reading Post War
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou I find that quote absolutely true for every good and bad situation, event and person in my life. When I think of my first good memories, I remember… Continue reading Handle With Love
I love writing. I write lists as a comfort, and my thoughts as an outlet. Sometimes, I get hung up on others opinions of my writing. Opinions I shouldn’t worry about. I write for me. Most of it doesn’t make sense but it feels right.When I freeze while trying to consider opinions I haven’t heard… Continue reading Too Many Excuses.
I will be vague about the event in the sense that I will share an event that was troubling me a lot because of the negative feelings I was associating with this person. It was my feelings that were driving a wedge between myself and this person. What did detaching myself from the situation do for me? It gave me a chance to shift my perspective.
A circle of blurred faces surrounded me, all talking at once. The level of chaos outpaced my own mind and I struggled to keep track of what was going on. Drugged and intoxicated beyond capable cognition, the world began to slip away once again. In the mess of voices, the realization of my fragile state… Continue reading My Journey to Stability, Pt. 3
I have never been hospitalized before. I think that I am pretty good at hiding things, but I couldn’t hide this from myself. I knew there was something wrong. I wasn’t sleeping more than a couple hours, I was becoming emotionally abusive, and I was falling back into overspending. Mania. This isn’t the first time… Continue reading My First Time.
Its time to talk a little about the freedom from going beyond my compulsion of finding answers to old obsessions.
Writing is my life, and I am always looking for the next project no matter what other projects get to, but I think that a writer, we get one chance to write about an influential book about your hometown’s history.