Reflect

I lie here scrolling through instagram. Every picture reminds me I’m not enough. I was never enough. I was supposed to graduate this year. Caps and gowns draped on people who I once walked alongside. But I swear they forgot me when I left. Every picture they share, my heart shatters a little bit more. …

My Brain is Sick

My brain is sick. Very sick. I hate to admit that. It’s not physical. You can’t hear me falling apart. You can’t see the lack of chemicals. There is no evidence of the life I live aside from the stories I tell and the art I create. There is no way to know I’m telling …

I Am an Artist

I am an artist. Just as many have been before and many more will follow. It’s not just a skill or a talent. It is life. Every part of who I am is incapsulated by the desire to create even though in my eyes, I’m not even good. Colour. Movement. Words. Life. Nothing can escape. …

Homesick

I wish I could say that being at home is a dream come true. That I spend each day creating art and making music. That my heart is filled with joy and the only tears that fall from my eyes are because of happiness that is exploding out of me. Peace. Hope. Comfort. But in …

Oh My Ward

10:00 pm. The doors open with a strong breath of air. Rushed chatter and muffled weeping. A place filled with both hope and grief. I go up to the desk and with trembling hands and a shaky voice I whisper the reason I'm here. "I'm suicidal." Shame. Embarrassment. Guilt. Emotions rush through my veins in …