Monthly Archives: June 2013
A face, so quiet and innocent. Who knew what was hiding beneath?
A smile, so fragile. Hiding secrets and lies and the monster that hides beneath.
Though the outside seems so plain, the shadows creep through. Silently plotting and brooding.
Revenge, a simple word. But it packs a punch.
He smiled. Showing the world how “normal” he was, while he, himself, had no definition of the world. Read the rest of this entry
It’s becoming a more frequent word, especially around here.
I can’t deal with things that make me upset, not because I’m weak, but because I’m not going to deal with it. And it’s easier to say that I can’t than it is to explain to degenerates that I have an illness and your provoking words are only making it worse. So, I quickly grab my headphones and I listen to music, killing my ears. But it’s better than provoking me into saying something that will start a fight that will lead to slamming doors and fists. Read the rest of this entry
You know that awkward moment when you’re around the people you really don’t care about in the first place, and they randomly and insensitively make fun of mental health or mental illness? I know those moments all too well. And they don’t care.
They say that depression is selfish. Bipolar is insanity. And PTSD is something silly. Anxiety is just nerves.
It hurts. Why? Because I deal with these things. I haven’t been formally diagnosed with Bipolar or PTSD. But I believe in talking about mental health. And I don’t mean talking, saying that these people are crazy. By spreading awareness, we disable this kind of hate talk. And yea, I take it personally. Especially when I’m cornered and have nowhere to go. And there is nothing I can do about it.
But there it is. That awkward moment when someone makes fun of mental health and mental illnesses like its normal, everyday speech.