Dez's Public Journal
A candle trying to be the light in someone else’s darkness.
In college for Criminal Justice
- Musician and Writer
I Watched My Friend Total Their Car In Front Of Me
It happened on the night of Prom, during my junior year of high school. In the beginning, everything seemed magical. It was the perfect night with the most beautiful people all around. My friends and I spent precious time getting our hair and makeup done, taking thousands of pictures afterward.
The Musician in Me
Many moons ago I decided that I wanted to play the violin. I was 11 and in 6th grade at the time. As expected, I struggled as a beginner, but I loved playing.
Self-Growth in the Year 2020
In the beginning, no one expected their entire year to be a living hell. For many reasons, everyone has suffered tremendously in their own ways. In simple terms, covid-19 has disrupted everything; leaving the world permanently scarred.
Escaping A Toxic Relationship
When I was only thirteen years old, I experienced my first toxic relationship as well as my first heartbreak. It wasn't toxic because we were young and didn't fully understand the meaning of love, it was toxic because I was never good enough for that person and they lived to treat me as if I had less value than the dirt on the ground.
The Place Where The Sky Meets The Water
I come to the shoreline after dark, hoping you'll be there waiting for me. “Don’t be late,” you said, for I wouldn't see the miracle with my own eyes.
Dealing With Unresolved Trauma
Trigger Warning: This story contains contents that may trigger others from past trauma. To be vulnerable is to trust and trusting others is my weakest spot of my heart. However, in time life has changed me in ways that help my experience become more 'explainable.'
I'm A Survivor Of Unresolved Trauma And I'm Here To Share My Story With You
When I was a freshman in high school, all the girls in their ninth-grade gym classes were taught self-defense should they ever come in contact with a predator one day. I was informed that one in four girls are sexually abused or raped by the age of eighteen. Back then I knew deep down in my heart that one day I'd be that one put of four girls. I was right. I hate being right.
Breathing at Last
Rain smelling of sweet nectar, fresh - pure of earth's evil sins. Abstract colors tasted of flowers and fire melting in your mouth.