I am a student at University that is majoring in English. I hope to be a novel writer and am trying to work on my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my work.
Four hours left You can do this Look away from the clock Stretch it out a bit You'll be fine Shift on your feet You'll be fine
Long after the midterms have ended, I have been wondering about a part of the elections that no one really focuses on (unless their party candidate loses). I am talking about the third parties.
Step Step Step Soft breeze against my skin Hair swaying but still staying Slowly moving past the trees Step Step Shuffle Step
Fairy lights above my head Sitting high above my bed Twinkling in the darkened room Pastel pinks and blues bloom Dozing off as they shine
Going to the psychiatrist for the first time can be intimidating. If you have never gone to the psychiatrist or you have but you recently changed to a new one, I have some advice for you to make things a bit easier. As a disclaimer: I'm not a medical professional. I'm just sharing my experiences as someone who uses these services to hopefully help people in a similar situation.
The laughing children now in their warm beds The adults grumpily awaiting their cues to shovel Snow laying claim to all other's homes and lawns
I remember one day in church I was listening to one of my favorite youth pastors. He was always one of the nicest guys around and always had a nice thing to say to someone. He was speaking on the state of the youth in the secular world and the dangers that could lead us away from the path of God, covering the typical things like drug use and premarital sex; the usual church stuff. Then he got to the part that I would always dread, talking about the LGBTQ+. As most Christians will tell you, there is always an issue with same-sex relationships in the Bible. They will point you towards the same scriptures and tell you the same thing about "Adam and Eve." Still, it would always leave me with a level of frustration and disappointment at the way they speak of an entire group. Needless to say, that pastor was no different in how he viewed things. He called gay people "an abomination against God" and that was how distasteful he found it. My anger only grew at his use of the f-word. After that word came out his mouth, I was done. I zoned out and didn't pay attention again until we left the building.
Exactly a week after my high school graduation I was rolling back and forth on the couch while cartoons played on the television at three in the morning. My whole body was shaking and my heart was racing like I had been slurping on half a pot of coffee half an hour before. While whispering to myself "You screwed up. You screwed up. You screwed up." over and over under the catchy theme song, I was hyperventilating to the point that I wished I could pass out just so the thumping in my chest would stop. What exactly was causing me to cry hysterically and wish for the sweet relief of sudden death, you may ask? The fact that legally I counted as an adult while having no idea what I was doing with my life.