There once was a child full of fright,
Whose trauma came from the night,
With PTSD in tow,
It has been hard to let go,
But healing will bring her into a new light.
About the Creator
Steffany Pope
Dealing with mental health problems has been hard. I've lived my whole life believing that no one understood me. I realized, my mind is not for others to understand; but for my edification of self awareness. So, I write to understand me.
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Words
Defined, definitions followed to the root. Indications to a history. Serving as dowries to society. Tracing our own histories and upbringings. Reasonably the reasons for existing. An infinite amount of formulations. Connecting us all. Transcribing the times. Increasing and decreasing as new formulations arrise and decrease as the old are discarded. Opening various paths to travel, be it a stroll or hike. Nascent displays of the individual.
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feel this from my heart to my toes <3