I wrestle daily with loneliness, meaning, and the realization that existence often feels like a single-player game. Let’s explore trauma, numbness, and the quiet question that appears when the world stops making promises. Ready player 1?
Browsing Category Mental Health
Welcome to the Mental Health archive, a space dedicated to honesty, clarity, and support. I examine the struggles within our minds and the ways we discover stability, hope, and resilience. These posts aim to foster understanding of our inner experiences free from shame or judgment.
I share raw experiences, bold strategies, and candid reflections to cut through overwhelming emotions. Whether you’re wrestling with anxiety, burnout, grief, or seeking growth, this space delivers an unfiltered perspective and fierce connection as you confront your mental landscape.
Where Is I? |
A Return of the First Person
Some memories feel third person, like the memories of childhood trauma. Like the body was there but the narrator stepped out of the room. This poem moves through the strange, disjointed grammar of survival, where identity thins, fragments, and slowly rebuilds back into a voice strong enough to stand inside its own sentence.
Anticipatory Disappearance |
On Survival and the Refusal to Grow Old
I’ve lived most of my adult life with the sense that I won’t grow old. At least not in the average sense we’re led to expect. Chronic illness taught me early that bodies fail quietly and often without warning. This isn’t an essay about dying. It’s about surviving, mistrusting the future, and refusing to lie about it.
Survivor’s Guilt Trip |
Ungratitude & Stolen Valor
About 4 years ago, I survived two strokes. But I’m fine—on the outside. Sometimes this survival feels like a burden, a quiet accusation whispered over years, trauma tinnitus. This poem explores what it’s like to live after trauma that leaves no marks, my resistance to gratitude, and the ungrieved self I lost along the way.
Non-Personhood |
Memories of a Child Raised in a Blind Spot
I was an invisible child, shaped by abuse and neglect. I learned to disappear, to protect my sisters, and to survive a household that couldn’t give me what I needed. This is my story of anger, memory, and reclaiming the self I was taught not to have.
I Am Broken |
Rewriting a Life Shaped by Invalidation
A raw exploration of what it means to feel broken, to realize the damage was never inherent. In this piece I dig through childhood pressure, inherited wounds, and the unreliable narratives we carry. It’s a reclamation of identity, a study of echoes, and a quiet rewriting of the self.