I am a graduate student studying Mental Health Counseling in Cambridge, MA. Long time reader and novice writer. I strive to combine my mental health knowledge and my love of writing to explore all topics related to the human experience.
She pulls in one long shaky breath to steady herself.
Staring down at her notes, she begs her eyes to focus on the words.
Her pen shakes slightly in her sweaty grip.
She can hear them talking behind h...
I watch the car pull away,
focusing my eyes on the shiny blue paint for as long as the road will allow.
A sense of longing overwhelms me.
What's out there for him?
What's there that's not here?
The pen moves furiously across the stark white page.
It tries it's hardest to keep up with her ever-changing mind.
Soon the page is alive with her dreams,
as the pen loops and swirls faster still.
At first glance she might look studious, or nerdy,
sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor.
Her nose in a book,
a notebook open across her lap,
a worksheet propped against her knee,
and a calculato...
The smell of citronella bracelets and open-air fills our lungs.
The patter of light raindrops teases our skin.
The sun caresses our faces with its warm touch.
The lake laid out like a shimmering invit...
The lashing words bite at me.
He throws them with skill,
aiming for the right spots to tare me down.
Why can't he see me for me?
Why doesn't he see what I am, who I am?
He only sees what I could be, h...