The First Buds of Spring

Although i don't feel like there is hope for me. I will keep going. Even though looking forward is super hard and most days i just want to curl up in a ball and hide, I will keep going.

My Truth

Rehab is a wake up call. It is a promise and secret.
the promise to face the pain and despair and stigma
the secret that was stored away in a jar in your heart

Angst

fuck today.

I want to change my name.

I want to change my body.

I want to start over.

I want to feel like there is something left to discover.

I want to feel like there is something I could do.

I want to feel like life is worth living.

I don't do any of these.

I can't.



Fuck today.

I should shower.

I should brush my teeth.

I should clean my house.

I should apply for another job.

I should go for a walk outside.

I should make some food.

I should get help.

I don't do any of these.

I can't



Fuck today

I need to get help.

I need to find a job.

I need to help others.

Trying to Stay Woke

Some days I really think I need help.

Other days I think I need to help.

I can't let my mind wander without it wandering back to that ultimate thought.

The last thought I will ever have.

My survival depends on knowing it is there, but avoiding it.

So my survival depends on not letting my mind wander.

But my life depends on my wandering mind.

Without that, who am I?

...

Connecting with My Self

My ancestors mean a lot to me. They have always meant a lot to me. I feel them with me in my dreams and in my blood and in my heart. In some ways they have always been a source of pain, in other ways they have been a source of love, of knowing, of seeing. Ogsie taught me pain and he taught me pride. Babka taught me grace and taught me compassion. My grandpa taught me selflessness and he taught me humility. My grandma taught me the power of faith and taught me that our family is all we have, even when it's hard to be around them. The lessons I learned from them were just the start though, connecting to the past both in books and in my body has shown me a path towards inner peace.

I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, on the eve of completing my 22nd year on this planet. In my lifetime, the world has changed so drastically that my disorientation is all too common. Just, ask anyone who grew up alongside the internet. It's freaking weird.

The colors I bleed

IT’S IN MY VEINS

as my painted nails curl into my palm

head bowed in shame

with eyes of glowing thunder

the depths of my heart

splayed on the table like rotten meat

CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE?

my gut searches for a target for the rage

my heart knows nobody but me deserves it

so I sit alone, hurting nobody but myself

thankful for at least that

at least nobody is suffering by my hands

at least i can pretend so

for those who see something in me

there is no protection

only the me

overchill to compensate for the violence

anti-competitive to compensate with adrenaline

but these don’t counter the cruelty in my heart

there is no counter for cruelty of the heart

even when it manifests as self-care

Raised Online

I'm pretty tired of hearing about 'Millennials' and how this ~facinating~ generation is \insert_generic_critique\. There are so many opinions out there about me, about my peers, while not even really listening to what we are saying.