The things we give

Sometimes, all we have between us are the things we give. We lose sight of what they mean in a blind effort to be seen to give. We create a culture of giving things over ourselves and when it falls away, a hollowness echoes, as we realize, without the things, we have nothing. Empty hearts. …

Captain Fantastic

Pretty much sums up everything I feel about life and death.

The choices we make

They make or break us Bind us into lives we cannot shake  Lead us to places, with people, we love, we hate and we fear. 

Our best selves. Filtered.

We used to share outrage about the Photoshopped images of celebs adorning magazines covers and infiltrating our brains. Forcing us to question our faces, our bodies, the love we so desperately needed for ourselves.  Now, filtered faces, our faces, edited and 'improved' by our own hands are the norm. Without question. Liked, loved and shared. …

My little struggle

Sometimes I find even the smallest, most insignificant things indescribably awful. Too high to climb, I stand at the bottom, my mind riddled with worst case scenario thoughts that freeze me rigid and make me want to retreat into a dark hole.  The choice between having a go at life and hiding is a constant …

When. To. Stop?

We applaud carrying on. Not letting anything or anyone stop us. As if the absence of change is strength itself. Carrying on and showing up during the worst times reflecting brightly on our characters.  Whilst inside we have not felt darker. The need to stop pushed aside, Until we have no choice and our bodies …

Chasing Life.

I have a sudden urgency to experience everything. To let nothing pass me by. To take life for everything it has. With this, I have a low tolerance for the past. For bridges that should stay burnt. That, for now, do not need re-building. I do not need to analyse history. I am happy to …

My anxious mind.

There is so much going on in the world that I don't know how it copes.  My worries are beating me down, making me shorter by the day.  And I am not alone.  Battles are everywhere. They are so widespread that our own stay with us. They are not shared and halved. They are kept …

Dark Peace

Small, Comfortable, Dark. No noise, Just dark peace. My whole world, for a while, Contained. The outside world a mystery I need not explore.  My mind blank. My self locked away. No fear, worry or stress. Just dark, dark peace. 

When

When life is so much that death seems the only release. When questions can no longer be answered, Just asked. Again. And again. Until they are no longer questions  But an account of my life.  When time lost to nothing is no longer a concern. When the world is reduced to my badly functioning, damaged …