Being alone scares me; always has and I fear it always will. I struggle to sit alone because sometimes my own worst enemy is inside my head. For the last few weeks, she has come back stronger than ever, louder than ever. She is tormenting my mind with her cruelty and all I can do is sit and wait until she stops. I don’t like admitting when it gets too much. I get embarrassed how I always talk the big talk on surviving yet, every day is a struggle. I try and wake up and do the

There is something obscure about going into your twenties that makes you question everything you thought you knew. A strange in-between, knowing that you’re not a child anymore but you also don’t know who you are becoming. You see the world in all its cruelty and you just have to accept it. Lately, I’ve been thinking about life. I’ve put myself under so much pressure to try and understand the weird world of adulthood. However, life isn’t just about learning, its also about ch

October 6th 2023 Her sadness was apparent, her big heart even more so. November 19th 2023 A Well without walls. The world stood quiet... The world stands quiet but it's peaceful. How long could you carry a mountain of glass before it cut you? December 31st 2023 I think in life we have to choose either what we need or what we want. Because what we want isn't always what we need. January 29th 2024 Experiences are how you define people (RM) June 5th 2024 He stood by me as I rebu

"Boys are diagnosed with ADHD two to four times more often than girls. Between 50-70% of girls are missed or undiagnosed with ADHD during childhood." The Signs were there - I just didn't know. Growing up, I never felt I understood the things that were known to many people. Making friends was harder than ever and even when I did manage to create a friendship, it would end more often than not. I felt alone in a world full of people, not understanding why it was easy for other p

Anger is often noted as a negative emotion, something which we should hide or supress in order to keep on moving. The world is a beautiful place; full of new beginnings, opportunity and hopes. But should we ignore our true feelings of disappointment, loss and injustice. I am angry at the world. For everything it has thrown my way. It’s avoiding an inevitable hit to the stomach every day. You could argue that the world in which we live on is simply the reason we exist so why s

I like the taste of apples. Some are sweet, some sour, but they all leave behind the same warmth as the juice runs down your throat - a kind of comfort. And yet, sometimes, I feel sorry for them. Humans are a lot like apples. We bite into apple's to discover what's inside, tearing through their skin to satisfy our curiosity; our hunger. Maybe people are like that too. We open ourselves up to others, letting them taste the sweetness or our bitterness which we hold beneath the

I once read a novel which described memories to be that of something obscure. How in the moment, something so miniscule can become something you will never forget. I know myself personally cannot remember what I had for dinner, but I could tell you the song that was playing as I drove for the first time after driving. (What’s up – 4NonBlondes, if you care). Sometimes I like to reminisce about certain points in my life and other times I wish to forget. I wonder the true purpos

I think in some ways depression is a virtue. Other times I think it’s a curse. Living with this thing inside of myself that I will never be able to get rid of. A chemical imbalance they say. Some mornings when I wake, I think I can’t do it. That it’s something that I’m prolonging in hopes that it will get better but in fact, it never will. Something that will get easier. I think of giving up. I think of giving up more than I think of carrying on. But if every person in this w

What if the life I am waiting on is being consumed by the act of waiting on it? For all my life, I have wondered my purpose. My reasoning for being on this earth. I’ve gone through stages of life that nobody, especially not someone my age, should ever go through. I have been through the wreckages of life with all their might. I’ve lost my friends, my loved ones but I also lost myself along the way. Who am I? I search in the Library of ‘what ifs’. I see stories where I win the

A Short Story. I could break any minute. Just one touch and I might shatter into a million pieces. I am made of glass, yet I take the risk of being broken. On the outside, I look like your average person: a happy young child rooting for the world around her. But each night when I return home, I must glue my fragments back together from where people have pulled me apart. Three simple words can break you as much as they can heal you; are you okay? They ask. Perfect. I say every