I have a thousand and one voices in my head, none of them mine
I am holding my hand out, through the crowd
Faceless voices and bodies, milling about in my head
I reach through them, hoping I can grab hold of her (them?)
And pull them (her?) up out of the void
Otherwise, I fear, she (they?) might fall and disappear into the chasm
I think I need some help
Someone to grab my ankles and lower me down
Until I can reach her (them?)
Reaching
Reaching
Reaching
But my hands stay empty
They stay empty
And I worry, I'll stay empty forever
With no respite,
From a thousand and one voices inside my head, none of them mine
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
I was today years old when i realised
that if your heart were to shatter
mine would too
i think my heart is constructed from the little pieces that i take
from the people who mean the most to me
for example, in the right top corner
you can hear the notes of your laughter as we dance around you
and just below that, you'll see the way your face brightened as you talked about something stupid
to me
but important
to you
these feelings that make up my heart are
like bricks,
laid messily atop one another
with your happiness the mortar in-between
and i think
if tears were to roll off your face
onto my heart
they would dissolve that mortar,
weaken the structure just a little
until it shatters
into tiny pieces,
like rubies in the sunlight,
glinting crimson and warm
of course,
hearts can be patched together
a steady hand, some glue and
a whole load of patience
but,
that's what i'm here for right?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Mental health is different.
It holds different thoughts, different values, different insecurities.
In some it is the manifestation of not being pretty or smart
The feeling of being alone or unable to say,
Please.
For medical students, it is the trauma we see in the hospital
The problems we hear
The conditions we learn about
It is the recognition of symptoms, the knowing of the unknown
It is the pressure of exams, the pressure of constant competition with those you love, hate and.
Fear.
It is the comparison of z values and centiles, ranks and scores
It is the absence of,
“hey, how are you today?”
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Define: Anxiety
(n) A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome
Worry, nervousness, unease
All true
But in reality?
Anxiety settles in the fissures of your mind
Squats in the darkest recesses
And laughs at you,
Crushes you
Asks questions like,
Was I good enough?
Am I good enough?
Will I be good enough?
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
The body is a series of puzzles put together to make one big puzzle.
The mind.
The body.
The ***** systems.
The tissues.
The cells.
Puzzles within puzzles.
Mental health takes those puzzles
Lays them upon a flat surface
And swings its hammer in a wide arc
To Shatter those puzzles,
Break up the tiny, interlocked pieces,
And scatter them across the plane of your soul.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
They will be gentlemen
able to stand for their own rights
but also respect those of others
they will not take advantage of those who place their trust in them
they will not degrade, humiliate or belittle others
they will learn how to earn love and how to give love
they will learn how to be the best men they can be whilst also helping others be the best they can be
they will learn about equality and kindness and humility and respect and all the things that are good in the world
they will empower women, men, children, the elderly and all those inbetween
they will be men
but first and foremost they will be kind
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
this quote,
it strikes me in the heart
a sharp blade of truth and fear
of knowing what i know.
loner is a strong word,
and yet i keep telling you that is what i am,
i don't fit in, never have, i don't want to,
oh, but how i do.
solitude is a long word,
highlighted again and again and again,
because rather than "face my demons"
i prefer to stay at home, alone,
not that you'd know.
it's odd how often i seek solitude,
how often i wish to stay in a place where there is no one, to judge me
or look at me
or rate me
or ask me how i'm doing
or shun me for my grades/pass/fail
i am not numbers on paper,
i am not an email of red and green dots
i am not a string of senseless symbols on a portfolio,
i am not a percentage or a candidate number
i am a person
i am me
and i expect to be treated as such, but i
am too afraid to tell you that
no, not afraid, anxious,
why?
you tell me.
disappoint,
a harsh word,
something i've seen in your eyes many times,
something i've always associated with,
it's hard to type this out,
because those ten letters
(ten is a lovely round number)
because those ten letters
will always haunt me,
a ghost of my past, present and i fear, my future,
i try,
i try,
i try,
i try,
but i can't
not when you make it difficult,
people speak of how they can tell their mothers anything and yet,
i find it hard to even say hello,
so yes, disappoint is the right word,
in more than one way,
i don't say this with conviction, because i don't think you deserve it,
(and yet somehow i do)
but i'm sorry.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
it's funny,
i guess,
how you call me a closed book,
when really,
to open a closed book,
to lift it,
by the front cover,
and,
read all it's secrets,
it's truths,
it's lies,
it's whispers,
you must put in the effort,
which you are not willing to do.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
A man walks upon a line,
A woman walks upon a line
Crimson in the half light of the moon.
He walks like a tightrope walker does,
She walks like a tightrope walker does
Each step,
Precise and accurate,
arms held out at 180 degrees.
He wobbles here and there and,
She wobbles here and there and,
Holds his breath,
Holds her breath
Each time,
But he is sure of his feet,
But she is sure of her feet
Because everytime he swings his left foot around
Because everytime she swings her left foot around
In a wide arc,
Although the toes of his left leave the heel of his right,
Although the toes of her left leave the heel of her right,
It reconciles, heel to toe,
Again.
And again.
And again.
Such is the way of life,
One man wobbling along the tightrope of existence.
One woman wobbling along the tightrope of existence.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC