Yvonaé Dessus
Bio
A pencil and paper was all I had when my voice was stolen and my depression prisoned me in the white walls of my bedroom. As I learn how to use my voice again, I came here to test out the waters. Hope you like what you see
Stories (8/0)
Road to Admittance
It takes a lot for a person to admit they need help and for me, it took me to lose everything I knew to finally admit to myself that I needed help. I purposely pretended to be fine, denied others reasoning to be concerned and refused to seek help because I selfishly didn't want it. I isolated myself because deep down, I knew nobody around me would be able to understand exactly how I felt. The pain in my chest and my suppressed anger, hurt and confusion all joined up together and made my thoughts become somebody I didn't recognize and often feared. My best friends, Trinity and Briana, knew I was getting worse every time the school bell rang and I had to make my way back home. They knew I had finally given up fighting my depression for my sexual abuse and my mother’s neglect; 5 years was too long to keep trying after the 9 years of abuse. And unfortunately there wasn't much they could do when they looked into my eyes and didn't see the real me anymore as I told them “ I’m okay guys. I’m used to it. Go home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Reluctantly, we would turn away from each other and walk away and I knew they knew the whispered “ Maybe ” came uttering from my mouth causing unshed tears to gather in our eyes. The sinister me was waiting to welcome me in its arms as soon as I walked in my home and trudged up the steps to the sanctuary of my room. My mental health was in shambles but I wasn't going to admit that to anyone, even myself. It wasn’t until I was alone in a hospital room where everything changed for me.
By Yvonaé Dessus7 months ago in Chapters
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“ This is your case, not mine.” “ But I need your help! I can't solve this murder by myself.” The room full of mirrors seemed to close in on the two gentlemen as they stared down at the lifeless body of the young woman. The cockier of the two paced back and forth thinking and snorted when he noticed his uptight partner following his lead. They both crouched down and slowly reached out a shaky or confident hand to the lady’s hair.
By Yvonaé Dessus9 months ago in Fiction
A Healthy Vagina Is A Bacteria-Loving Vagina
The Healthy Flora I’ll let you in on a little secret, tampons and contraceptives are not a cause for vaginal discharge and over 1000 women at a family planning clinic with a group of scientists are about to learn that vaginas indeed do talk. Connections between the vaginal flora and oral contraceptives and tampons were investigated for indication of antibiotics. Cue in Beyonce’s “ Grown Woman” or just simply her singing “ THIS is for all my grown women out there!” on repeat because anyone else just will not understand! Bacteria or germs are found everywhere including the human body; Just not the part of the human body where life is borne ( kidding! ). The vagina is a host to many bacteria, most of which have been there since Adam and Eve’s time! A healthy vagina’s microbiome aka healthy vaginal flora is dominated with several bacteria to fight against urogenital infections. The vaginal microbiology undergoes fluctuations during a menstrual cycle and over the lifetime. The bacteria that make up the normal vagina is “good” bacteria but the abnormal increase of them causes infections such as BV (bacterial vaginosis). https://muysalud.com/en/health/vaginal-flora-what-it-is-and-how-to-care-for-it/
By Yvonaé Dessus9 months ago in Viva
Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?
I promise you, I am not who you think I am. I am not that girl you see. I'm not a box, there's more than four sides to me. I am not THAT happy nor am I THAT sad. Well, I'm not anymore. I can assure you, I am not trying to make you believe me. I am just trying to make you understand, make you see the real me. My words have meaning yes but on paper, they're pure. I promise to tell you everything, I promise to tell the truth and nothing else and maybe then, you have no choice but to believe me. Ok. You ready?
By Yvonaé Dessus3 years ago in Motivation
Lights, Camera, Scrubs
For the first nine years of my life, it was just my mother and I living in the same house. But that's not what we wanted, the house became boring, too familiar. I think it started around six years of age where I wanted a brother or sister and my mother wanted another baby herself. Everyday I would ask for a brother or sister, begging my mom to just hurry up. " Mommm! Why can't I have a sibling now? It shouldn't be that hard!" It wasn't until I had just turned nine a couple months ago in October, where my mother had told me our wishes had come true - I was finally getting my little brother or sister in just nine months!
By Yvonaé Dessus3 years ago in Journal
