If we lived in a world where mental illnesses weren’t feared, the prison system would diminish. The next time I see a man tied down by twelve police officers for schizophrenia, will be the time I sit with him and call a psychiatrist. For police officers are no doctors although they believe so. The nextContinue reading “The Next Time I Am Not Seen”
Category Archives: Poetry
Keep Your Spirit
I was once told I was broken Like a glass that shatters when it lands after flying through the air I was once told I was heavy they said they could handle but the handle broke and there I was again falling holding the handle that they once had I was once told I wasContinue reading “Keep Your Spirit”
I Haven’t Cried Today
I haven’t cried today. I haven’t bled. I haven’t dwelled in darkness. I saw a bird. I saw the sun. I saw a smiling face. Tomorrow it will all happen again. I will wake up and know that all is right. All is true. The littlest things are our most precious treasures. I used toContinue reading “I Haven’t Cried Today”
Poems of My Soul
Throughout my time in the partial hospitalization program, I wrote poetry. It was grounding. It helped me put how I feel into words. I decided that I was going to share the feelings I had then versus the feelings I have now. My poetry journal became a sea of poems that when from dark toContinue reading “Poems of My Soul”
In My Head
The things I tell myself when I realize I am in a dark place: You got out of here once, you can do it again. People love you. Look at your legs, arms you have skin and bones for a reason. Love them. Love you. Put down your phone, it makes everything worse. Look upContinue reading “In My Head”
Imperfectionist
I have gotten really good at hiding my flaws. Clothes that hide my muffin top. Concealing the tiny red dots of skin that appear on my face. Dark nail polish so I look more put together. Sweaters and pants on the days I am too drained to shave. Dry shampoo, dry shampoo, do not letContinue reading “Imperfectionist”