I remember the anger. It consumed me on a daily basis. I was angry at my circumstances, at the ones who hurt me, my family, the world, even God. However, it didn’t come close to the anger I felt towards myself. I was angry at who I was, how I
Sometimes your only means to escape is creating a world that doesn’t exist. The first poem I shared with you described that time in my life to a T. The negative energy that surrounded my life forced me to create a world inside my head that made me feel safe.
This poem holds a very special place in my heart and it was written almost 2 years after I wrote “A Secret Dimension.” (Oct. 5 2013) A lot had happened during that time, ending up moving to another state and practically a new life. I wanted to write about this
I wrote this poem a day after my birthday in 2012. It speaks for itself but this is what my mental health looked like all those years ago. It’s one that many people live with on a daily basis. The mind can be a scary place; deceptive, isolating, depressive. But