“To a false god” (a poem)

I bow my thoughts toward you, though I see you’re cold and lifeless. Eyes chiseled in place; you can look nowhere but down. Down on belittled ol’ me. I love you. I hate you. I worship you. I want to topple you over for not caring. I rage against my voice being left unheard by …

A Eulogy in Repetition

A couple of years ago, a close friend of mine challenged me to a spiritual exercise that I found…unusual. The exercise was this: to write a eulogy for the version of me that I had found myself so desperately wanting to be, even though it was unrealistic. This “false me” was everything that was determined that …

Self Destruct Sequence Initiated!

For as long as I can remember, I have been stuck in a world of negativity. With every person I’ve met, spent time with, was invested in by, and so on I have found myself making the same mistakes again and again. I have constantly allowed anxiety to take over the wheel of my life. …

“Put Down the F-ing Shovel”

The other day I broke down crying. I became triggered by the simplest of things: a single word. I was overwhelmed with several-dozen memories from the last year. It was full of so much beauty and pain. I was deeply affected by all that took place and from a lack of support to process it …

A Prison All My Own

  “Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it…” What wisdom I have is wrought out of making the same mistakes over and over and over. The pain I feel in the moment of a bad decision provides the inspiration I need to lead others in the right way. The way …

Fwd: TEDxAnxiety

This is one of the most incredible TEDx videos that I’ve ever seen and extremely informative. I can relate to a lot of what this woman talks about. Mental illness is a real thing that can be found in some very surprising place. Please take a listen!

“Wack”

At 5:30 p.m. Lindbergh Boulevard traffic resembles the common cold. Symptoms of heavy congestion with a slight runny nose resemble cars slowly seeping through busy intersections. I don’t like driving in traffic and certainly hated doing it to the sound of silence, especially with a passenger in the car. My passenger, a 16-year-old young man …

Instagone

I am 3 weeks past having deleted my Instagram and it feels good! But why did I get rid of it? I’m glad you asked! A couple months ago I started becoming aware of an anxiety that I had based around my Instagram account. Who liked my photo? Was it good enough? Do they think I …