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I have a secret that I make sure no one knows. It's a silly secret. A secret so silly, you might laugh when I tell you what it is. It's silly, but also dreadfully anxiety-inducing for me. It's actually a secret about my greatest anxiety trigger. The trigger that without fail has consumed my life... Continue Reading →
The world feels like it’s spinning so fast and I’m stuck on slow motion. I’m laying in my bed, looking at the ceiling and wondering why I feel so horrible. My back starts to ache from laying on it, but moving a single muscle seems like too much energy to exert. It’s in moments like... Continue Reading →
Dear 15 year old me, Halfway through your first year of high school. One of the four years you were told would be "the days of your life". I know you're thinking, "If these are the best days then I sure as hell don't want to see the worst". I know how badly your hurting.... Continue Reading →
Our Secret By A.M.Morais . Only a year older than me But you know as much as a grown up You taught me things I didn’t know You said it’s okay, it’s a good thing Only a year older than me But your body was much more developed Budding breasts and hair in all kinds... Continue Reading →
Making the Grade By: Alicia Morris . Failure is my middle name For I can never do things right Family fights will always remind me Feelings of inadequacy always stay Following me through every class Fear I’ll never break this curse . Don’t know why I fail so much Dark cloud hangs above my head... Continue Reading →
There once was a time when I tried very desperately to drown out my emotional pain in any way I could find. At 15 years old, I participated a wide array of risky behaviors that included cigarettes, drugs, alcohol and boys to desperately erase the trauma of the sexual assaults I had experienced in the prior year. Of course, none of this helped and my entire being cried out in pain - both figuratively and literally. One night though, I desperately researched ways to alleviate my pain and stumbled across the one thing actually turned my life around for the better.
Sticks and Stones By A.M.Morais . Words don’t hurt is what they say But they don’t know what I hear every day You’re stupid, you’re weird You don’t belong here You’re ugly and gross You’re the one we hate the most Do you know how it feels To find out your friends aren’t real? All... Continue Reading →
Do you prefer Coke or Pepsi? Coffee or tea? Chocolate or vanilla? Pancakes or waffles? For me personally, I prefer Pepsi, coffee, vanilla, and waffles. I'm sure many of you will have answers different than mine, but let's move on to my next question. Do you prefer to use medication or no medication to treat mental illness?
Weighted blankets - they're all the rage right now, but are they as wonderful as they're made out to be? With a price tag of $100 or more, it can be difficult to take the leap and give one a try. Fortunately for me, my parents gifted me a 15-lb blanket (this is one to be exact) for my birthday in January, so I could give it a try.
Look at me, I’m twenty-three / When I wasn’t suppose to live past eighteen
My Sincere Ramblings 