When I was 16, I tried to kill myself. I had been suffering from 'depression' for years by that point but was living in silence with it. My parents were unaware, and the only person at college who knew was the on-site counsellor who I visited once, shared my unfortunate habit of self-harming with, and … Continue reading Self-Sabotaging and Relationships
So this would have been maybe the 8th poem I wrote?? I actually love it (shock), still. It was after another attempt at a long-running unhealthy relationship went pear-shaped, and it was also after I had got involved with my first 'older man' (he was 5 years older than me). I was expecting great things … Continue reading My Poetry- A(nother) Review
Disappointment is something that I, as far as I can remember, have always been extremely sensitive to. Disappointment is rejection in my mind. I am learning how to control my reaction to disappointment, and do a great job most the time, but it does still leave me quite wounded. Up until the age of around … Continue reading Dealing with Disappointment
This was the first poem I wrote. I was 18. I'd been writing songs for around 6 years by that point, many of which started off as a couple verses on paper, so I guess you could call that poetry in a sense. But this was my first attempt at 'proper poetry'. I wanted to … Continue reading My First Poem- A Review
Why Ignorance Should No Longer Be Your Best Friend. When it comes to my mental health, one of the main things I struggle with is ignorance. (My own ignorance, that is.) There are times when I can be the most self-aware, mindful, present person on this planet, but when it comes to recognising a situation … Continue reading ‘Fate’ or Fatality? :
In the small, lonely hours of 03:29I felt you, again, in my bones.The small, lonely girl of a previous lifesometimes returns to her home.The familiar ache pours out of my chestand settles itself on my shins.Too heavy to sleep, so I cannot restso I lay there, sort-of half pinned.The familiar ache says "cancel your plans,we're … Continue reading The Familiar Ache: A Poem
My story begins, nearly exactly to this day, ten years ago. I was 11 years old and had just entered the second term of my first year at secondary school. I had also just entered my first 'relationship'. Days after school were spent exploring the great outdoors with my new-found group of friends (all boys, … Continue reading First entry. Thinkin’ about you.