I sat in admiration of my long, filed finger nails today.. Remembering all the evenings spent avoiding contact, waving my painted hand...

Years ago, I was too shy to hold my own head up. Missing the sky's merit completely - and relating to the cold, crumbled rock below me....

Today, #BellLetsTalk brings awareness to those struggling. I'd like to take this opportunity to share some writing. This last week, I...

This is my grandfather. I do not know him well. He shares his name with my father, and he has been both a strong and compassionate man....

I've changed a lot as a person.. most importantly in what my perspective of other people is. Years ago, if you were to ask me about...

I miss you\It's okay\I love you\I'm fine... We limit our own happiness by pretending our feelings. We hide our shine to be dull and tough...

The traumatic process of grief is one so difficult to endure and console for, that I struggle to speak of it's beauty. But through the...

It is something we have all known. It comes in many forms and many pains. There's definition to this that will tell you it is trauma and...

I was invited to a potluck with strangers, and I decided to go. Purely to make them less strange. And upon arriving - my mind was quiet....

The decorators of my mind chose coloured wallpaper to cover the halls of my past. The walls would haunt me with their many holes, tears,...

Though my eyes are closed my mind remains open To needless thoughts and misconceived expectations It feels forced to have my eyes closed...