A Hug

My tongue is stuck to the top of my mouthLast night, I dreamed of night café’s Served by ghosts, I took coffeeDown a throat, cloggedWith words and tears likeSome old-house drain.I could write the scriptAt this point, I thinkGuzzling coffee, hoping the caffeineWill kick my adrenaline upMy anxiety into hyperdriveMy movements edgy, soI become herContinue reading “A Hug”

Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love

When I exist In a space Of love It doesn’t Hurt less It hurts Clearer And good People Find me In the midst Of little Despairs Making repairs By sanding The edges of my Smile (I’ve turned to Wood) They let My cheeks Draw rainbows In the air And I Am constantly Amazed That healingContinue reading “Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love”

Irish Wake

I know tomorrow,when the world grows steadyand quiet –we’ll close the curtains,mute the sounds of modern life,and stand for a momenthands clasped,hearing the rasp ofbroken footsteps at middayThen, the coffin will travel,with flowers growing oldin the air conditioning ofa herse, with cracked leather seats. For now, we stand round, and drink and eat around aContinue reading “Irish Wake”

Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…

Alright, here we go, it’s time. No.1 lesson here: Your message, depending on context, is not as important as the health of your reader. Put in a disclaimer on every post that states that you are not a health professional. Seriously, don’t let me down on this. No.2 lesson here: If No.1 got your hacklesContinue reading “Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…”