Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
Aspiring Author and Art Therapist
Lets change the world for the better.
What have we come to?
are we really going to let them bark at us and still award and reward them for the pain they’ve caused? despite the blowout and her sitting on the stimulus
Even though this madness keeps us apart you still find a way to sing to me. You tell me you miss me, and I miss you too.
Door. Doors. Door.
I was looking through some old work recently, and found a few short stories I wrote in high school. I didn't really edit them that much, so if there are any errors, that's why, but this story was definitely interesting to me. Looking back, this story really speaks a lot to where I was in my healing journey from the traumas I've experinced. I kept getting back up and essentially turning on myself, my only true friend at the time, because other people kept putting poisoning thoughts into my head. So, without further ado, here it is:
until my toes are warm
Make me laugh until I do that dorky snort That sounds like a pig. Make me laugh until I'm in tears. Laugh with me– laugh so hard
" But his life has been ruined... " " His reputation... " " His career... " " His family torn apart... " But what about their lives?
I’m done being scared to be scared. I’m done hiding from all this pain. I’m done hiding from the trauma you caused me.
you never pittied my baggage. you never forgot about my baggage. you never saw just my scars. you only saw my strength for having the fortitude
I, Too, Am Afraid to Own a Body, Emily
When Emily Dickinson said “I am afraid to own a Body—“ I felt that so deep in my bones that I Could not feel the sadness and fear—