Sometimes You Must Swallow Your Pride and Apologize

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Have you ever had a conversation with many friends and felt like half your comments get ignored? I have. Have your friends ever supported stuff their friends did, but never supported you? Even if you asked them to. I have. Have you ever shared your ideas and dreams only to have others give you a… Continue reading Sometimes You Must Swallow Your Pride and Apologize

Into Me I See (Pt. 1)

I couldn’t possibly be more unhappy than I am right now. I’m strapped into a long, metal tube with about one hundred strangers approximately 10,000 meters above sea level, flying back to my hometown in rural Australia. In the next row, three shtick heads are hooting, hollering and rough-housing like it’s a Friday night at… Continue reading Into Me I See (Pt. 1)

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Sometimes, life gives you lemons. At other times, it throws them at you. Really, really hard. Especially if you’re not looking. In one moment, you might think you’ve got everything under control: Job = secure Bills = paid Clothes = washed Social life = uhhh…work in progress Prescription = filled And in the next moment…pure… Continue reading Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Comfortably Glum

When you’re living with depression, sometimes the scariest moments are the ones where everything seems to be going smoothly. Recently, there was a brief but wonderful period of time where everything appeared to be going my way. I was kicking goals in every aspect of my life; I’d started exercising again, I was eating healthier,… Continue reading Comfortably Glum

I Gave the Demon a Name

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Recently, one of my closest friends told me I had many friends. I half-jokingly said she was the only one I liked, and the rest were crap. Her reply to that was unexpected. She told me I needed a daily mantra. Before going to bed, she said I should look in the mirror and say,… Continue reading I Gave the Demon a Name

Healing Through Poetry

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April is National Poetry Month. Poetry has played a significant role in my healing process. I spent many years discovering myself and learning how to heal. The things hurting me were not always clear. I wrote my first poem when I was 15 in 2002. Terrible does not describe those early poems, but I continued… Continue reading Healing Through Poetry

For All to See

Acceptance is Rare. Nothing can compare. She’s used to them stopping to stare. Judging with a snare. Liberating and free, it is to be her, they claim. Not knowing she despies the fame. An image to maintain. On display her character must remain. For a moment she hides the pain. Like a mannequin, she stand… Continue reading For All to See

Feelings of Freedom

It’s been a while since I have written here on TBW blog. I haven’t had much of anything to say and nothing educational to share leaving me silent. I can’t help but wonder if anyone noticed. I am not an attention seeker by any means, it is my curiosity that wonders aimlessly. I’m sure I… Continue reading Feelings of Freedom

Me. OCD.

Words clutter my mind. It seems they duel it out until one wins. As of late, I have done “brain dumps” before bed. I grab my travel notebook, write the most prominent word down and from there I branch out the others. It’s crazy because somehow the words are intertwined with each other. Somehow connected… Continue reading Me. OCD.