As the morning sun begins to rise over the city, I wake up within the early morning hours to get ready for school. I brush my teeth and attempt to look remotely presentable for the day a head of me, yet I cannot shake this gut wrenching feeling out of my stomach. It is quite…
Tag: mental illness
Turning pain into words.
Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized University sweater, I lay upon my couch and watch the Grammys with my mother. It has been a very difficult 24 hours for me and I did not know if I could have survived it. As I left his apartment, I was left speechless by not only what was…
Formal invite to my coffin.
A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are place in which you feel perfectly at ease and you can find your centre. I no longer have a sanctuary for all that I was hiding from has finally caught up with me. I ran away to Toronto to escape my past, and now I ran back to Mississauga to escape…
Insanity and a drunken stupor.
Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…
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