I am a poet and a photographer
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Hey there readers! here with another bit of my brain to share. This time though, I will not be numbering my points. I just wanted to talk about crying.
This week I want to talk about anxiety. Considering this is one emotion that can pull your trigger really easily. I like to think of it as a game of Russian roulette (which i wanted to use a photo cover of that but couldn't find one, i suppose a more positive sign is just as good a photo to represent my story) to reiterate that I mean, anxiety is like a game of Russian roulette. Like, is this episode going to cause a breakdown or we chillan and just anxiety ridden?
Hello there. I am going to be sharing a few stories here on mental health and today I will be starting with my own personal MH relation being: Depression. I know lots of us struggle with depression, and I know a lot of us don't know how to cope with it. Hell, even when we do know it can still be a struggle.
Crying on the bathroom floor again Head spinning, feels like caving in But I'm alright... not really. I feel a little silly, pacing back and forth here
Feeling so deep So blue. Drowning in no sleep Unless I am next to you. So from here, my dear What is it I am supposed to do?
It's not the fact of needing you It's the fact of wanting you Having you by my side is like carrying a boutique of lavender
'But are you?' My conscious asked after I screamed at myself telling myself I am a fuck up. Convincing myself I am a failure.
Been waking up depressed everyday for the past month. And everyday for the past month I've wanted to die. But really, do I?