Every two years, a new version of myself emerges into the world, donning a new style, hair colour and interests. A rebirth aiming to bring me the happiness I’ve seen in others who look the same. But perhaps it’s times to shed this skin. Become me and accept that I am who I am.
My first free verse poem of 2019. Can you feel it? You will...
Its so hard watching someone go through a mental illness. It's even harder when they shut you out and continue on that path of self distruction.
Getting better isn't a quick fix. It isn't 'take one pill and I'm magically cured'. It takes time.