Rebekah BT
Bio
Wanderer of words, striving to embellish my vocabulary.
I find beauty in sadness and convey them into writing.
Bringing awareness to addictions, mental health and the struggles of life.
Author of Book "Behind Skye's Eyes"
www.rebekahbt.com
Stories (15/0)
Just Another Monday
Monday It was a gloomy Monday morning, as my alarm woke me from my sleep. Snooze. I laid there with my eyes shut for about 2 minutes before I found the motivation to lift my heavy and tired eye lids. Hearing the faint Montreal traffic and honking, breaking me from my peaceful dream that I am desperately trying to stay in. My only true way to escape, well my healthiest way to escape. Time to face another day in the jungle with about 3 hours of sleep in my system, not like it's anything new to me. Another night spent awake staring outside my window at the stars, wishing I could be abducted from this corrupt planet. Since early in my childhood, I always felt like I was different, like I didn't belong here... Like I was from another planet. Some days, I am really convinced that I am. Other days, all I want is to feel "normal", whatever "normal" is. It's funny though, the days I feel the most "normal" are usually the days that I feel like I don't belong. I guess it's because that is when I truly see the reality of the chaos we have chosen and accepted to live in. We are living in this invisible mental and emotional war that our subconscious has learned to normalize. We now think to ourselves "C'est la vie!". But, is it? Really? Is this what we have to live for? Have we become so brainwashed and obsessed with ourselves that we forgot to find the true meaning to a happy life? We are living in a pandemic of narcissistic ways and it is only getting worse. I mean... the most narcissistic person I have ever known was elected President of The United States Of America. Need I say more? As an empath myself, I feel like I am truly living in a wasteland of sharks, trying to make with through while staying true to myself all at the same time.
By Rebekah BTabout a month ago in Writers
Where Did My Love Go?
Where did my love go? My conscience will not falter to watch us die. A feeling that is always fleeting, and if seeing is believing, then I no longer know what to believe in. My focus is changing and rearranging the images I dream of. There are so many moments I falsely correct in my mind to unwind the pain that resides in me. But little do you see me anymore, and all I see is you searching for more, never satisfied with what is before you.
By Rebekah BT5 months ago in Writers
Dear Younger Me
Dear younger me, I’ve watched you move through this life with such absorption while I scrutinized every characteristic of your demeanour. The way you quint your nose when you read your books, or how you hum random melodies when you feel uncomfortable. How you always tap your fingers to the drum beat of any song your ears capture, or when you get lost in your thoughts, floating in your senseless daydreams. The way you people watch with such empathy and embrace the little joys they bring to you, creating personas from your observations. I also see the way you fear being vulnerable around the people who wish to see the real you and how you rid yourself of any opportunity to do so, in fear of exposing your scars. The way you refuse the love you deserve and instead run to the type of love that leaves you fragmented once again, left on your own to put yourself back together. And every time I see that your smile fades a little more as your heart grows a little darker, slowly giving up on the belief of your self-worth.
By Rebekah BT6 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - October 2023
My Silent HeroTop Story - October 2023
The streets were busy with people running amuck, rushing from every corner, too busy to notice me sitting here in this broken suitcase. I had been there for about two hours now, waiting for any sign to not go through with it, but no sign had appeared yet.
By Rebekah BT7 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - September 2023
