Oh, did I hate my scars! I tried covering them They sneered at me Everyone saw through me Hey, this wasn’t the real me The dilemma was killing me! Then one scar gently whispered.. “Please let me see the world…

Oh, did I hate my scars! I tried covering them They sneered at me Everyone saw through me Hey, this wasn’t the real me The dilemma was killing me! Then one scar gently whispered.. “Please let me see the world…
When we talk of healing from mental illness (or any other devastating illness), what is our main motive? Recovery from the clutches of the illness or reclaiming the ability to live life fully? A person who wants to continue evolving, uses…
I took one step forward in the shallow water Tentatively seeking the soil beneath my feet The next step took me deeper Was the other side too far across? For swim I cannot, had to trust the water’s depth My…
The decade of the blues, the lost decade..labels, merely labels. May 2003 to now. The cut off date, the life before and after, until now, cut clean by a sharp knife. As easy as that? A very simplistic view of…