It's 3am as I sit here on my disheveled bed, blush pink quilts turned over, a pillow on my lap, and headphones placed over my ears, whilst my music plays. I can't just hear it, but I feel it, the lyrics from each song resonate within me, flowing through my body as I feel it … Continue reading The truth.
For a while I've moulded myself into this new person, this person that relies on others to make her happy, pushes her feelings to one side so she doesn't have to feel pain, and pretends that this is the life she wants. That she's happy with when deep down she knows this isn't what she … Continue reading Wounds that need healing.
Recently I've been forced to ask myself one question, where is my life going? A month ago I knew who I was and what I wanted, but unfortunately life doesn't always go to plan and those plans you make can sometimes come crashing down, at least that's the truth for me. I've hidden myself away, … Continue reading The future.
So, where do I begin? The last few months have been ones of both growth, but also setbacks. For now, I'll begin with how I'm feeling at this very moment. As I sit on my bed, finally with my pen in my hand and looking out to the sky I feel this overwhelming sense of … Continue reading Sometimes there’s no explanation.
If you were to ask me a few years ago where I would be now, I probably would have said something along the lines of going to university. I've planned so much these past few years than when they don't happen I'm hard on myself. I'd planned on writing a book, being consistent with blog … Continue reading The little things, aren’t so little.
November, as you approach I feel this overwhelming mass of emotions flood my body from head to toe, no one ever told me it would be like this, but I guess that's the beauty of living. November 1st. Here it is, here's the month that keeps me reminiscing on the toughest time of my life, … Continue reading November…
I look to you to give me validation, yet you're even more detached from me then I anticipated. You don't capture the real me the way I was made to think you would, my smile, my soul and everything that makes me who I am are lost when I look at you. For years the … Continue reading I’m a stranger in my own skin.
With my mom's birthday fast approaching, It ultimately means another year, birthday spent without her. Around this time of year when dates linking to my mother creep up on me, I find myself unexpectedly reminiscing on the good, bad, and fun times. Though this seems like a beautiful thing to experience, during this time of … Continue reading I’m me, because of you.
Loneliness, where do I begin? I have to admit that it often consumes me, for a while now especially. I know it's something a lot of us feel, ironically we're not alone, but deep inside there's that small part of you that can't help but feel it. It's sad because no one ever deserves to … Continue reading Loneliness.
Breakdowns are something I always felt ashamed to talk about, I would put a front on so often that the thought of showing anyone I'm not okay overwhelmed me. I've had a lot of breakdowns and sometimes still do, there have been times in my life where I felt so overwhelmed by everything that my … Continue reading Let’s talk breakdowns.
I look for approval in others, at least I did for a long time. If someone didn't like me, I'd torture myself for it, if I didn't fit into someone's idea of pretty, smart, or funny I would bring myself down. Even starting this blog was a massive step for me. I never believed I … Continue reading Searching for approval, stops now.
This is my last letter...this one's for the ones who assaulted, bullied me, or ever made me feel like I had no worth. I'm sure by now you don't even know who I am or the impact you left on me. Some days you'd tell me I'm "fat" or "stupid" and then others I'd be … Continue reading To everyone who ever made me feel less than I am.
I want to be real about everything, life's tough and this is how I feel. I wish someone had shown me or was real with me. So, for that, I want to be real, share my darkest moments, and take you all on my journey. I want to forgive my mom for leaving. Though it … Continue reading To my mom.
One of the biggest things I struggle with is forgiving myself for all the mistakes I've made. All the times I took my family for granted and all the times I took my own life for granted. Being happy doesn't come easy, and holding onto all my past mistakes only makes that end outcome impossible … Continue reading Making peace with my imperfect self.
The past few years have been tough, we went through so much, but I never expected you to leave me like you have. I imagined things to be different, and maybe I had unrealistic expectations. I thought we could get through this together and move forward as a family, but we didn't. You've left me … Continue reading To the one who left.
I'm someone who holds onto moments in time where people or things have wronged me, it's left me dwelling on the past for far too long and now it's time for me to let go and move forward with my life. In my upcoming posts, I'm going to write letters to anything or anyone, forgiving … Continue reading It’s time to forgive.
I have to be honest with myself, for a while now I've pushed my inner thoughts to the back of my mind when the truth is they don't stay there, they only torture me. Taking over not just a few seconds out of each day but each second of each day... When I walk past … Continue reading Fighting back starts today.
Two years ago, I woke up to see my life shattered around me, I no longer had anything just the few people who stood by my side. A domino effect struck my life and kept taking away everything that meant something to me until I believed in myself. I felt lost, I quit my job … Continue reading A short thank you…
I want to scream, and I want the world to hear my pain. It's not fair how could this be real? It's nearly been three years, and I can't fathom what my life will be like another three years from now. I have so many questions, but no one to answer them. No one to … Continue reading I’ll be ready one day, but not now.
My chest becomes tight as I feel my airways clasp onto one another. My palms are clammy now. I no longer have control over my body, my mind has taken over. I shake and tremble. I can no longer hold my weight instead, I fall to the floor. My eyes are blurry but I see … Continue reading Am I dying?
Beneath all of this, I'm just human and your actions hurt. They've torn me apart for far too long. Why is it you have to judge me? Why tear apart my dreams? I dream big, but it's all I've ever had. Dreaming was my escape from reality. You stopped me from following my heart. And … Continue reading Dreaming…
I have neglected you for so long. Not in just one way, but in many. You keep me here and for that I should be grateful, but why are you so hard to love? From the age of 10, I abandoned you. The words they told us weren't true. I'm sorry for believing them. I took my pain out on you, you didn't deserve those scars. No one does. I've hated everything about you, and you never turned your back on me. Every pill I swallowed, you fought … Continue reading You were never the enemy, I was.
I like to please everyone; I've been like this my whole life. It's funny because no matter how much you try to please everyone, there's always someone who doubts you. As of lately, that person seems to be me. Without realising I've subconsciously let everyone else's doubts, control me. You begin to internalise everyone's side-remarks … Continue reading What makes you happy.
When I lost my mom, I didn't just lose her but I lost the life I once had. Everything changed, and I was left to pick up the shattered pieces. I've realised now that picking up those shattered pieces was only making me forget how beautiful life was before it broke. I would have my … Continue reading Letting go of the life I had.
Nan, todays the day I'm supposed to say goodbye to you and yet I can't be there. It still seems surreal that you're not here and won't be coming back, I wanted to tell you I was sorry, but I can't even do that now. I'm not sure if you would have even remembered me … Continue reading For now this is goodbye.
Why is it we compare ourselves to others? I ask myself this question most days, actually every day. I too have fallen a victim to comparing myself. Sometimes I wish to look like someone else, to have a smaller forehead or have their flat stomach, but it's not just that I wish for. Some days … Continue reading Comparing ourselves.
It's four in the morning as I write this because I can't chase away my thoughts tonight. I've tried so hard to ignore them, as I do most days, but pushing them away is only making them more difficult to run from. I feel lonely, I could be surrounded by nothing but people and still feel lonely. My heart breaks each time I think about myself. Each time I do, I feel an overwhelming sense of failure. I've failed myself. I had this passion, and I wanted to impact people's lives, but I feel like the most forgetful person in the world. I've never belonged, Even when I had friends I always felt like everyone had this hatred against me. I don't have many friends, in fact, I have none. I've always struggled to let people in, but for so long I felt like I didn't belong … Continue reading Late night thoughts.
Breast cancer is something I've always struggled to talk about, Both my mom and dad had breast cancer and sadly my mom lost her life after it returned. I've spoken so much about my journey with grief, but there's still a major event in my life I haven't spoken about and it's possibly the most … Continue reading Male Breast Cancer
I lay down in the bath, shut my eyes and focused on the pain. I didn't feel anything, but an ache running through my whole body. I'd tell myself no one cared even though I'm sure someone did. I shut myself down and for a moment I remember feeling like no one else existed, but … Continue reading Self Harm
I've never made a post about this before and honestly, I'm pretty scared too, I don't know why I feel anxious about It. But I'm determined to open up about parts of my life that feel almost impossible to talk about just to raise awareness. I'm in a relationship with someone who isn't "my colour." … Continue reading Racism.