Writing helps me process my thoughts.  Some thoughts I write may be concerning for some. But they should not be.  I am just going through a rough phase but that is OK. No big deal right? I am not alone … Continue reading →

The mask is easy to put on once you know how to handle the darkness that lingers around your soul day and night. It becomes your friend.  Your ally in this imperfect world. You can hush it. Sometimes it’ll be … Continue reading →

I don’t understand where this darkness comes from It asks me to fade with the tide Into a timeless void It consumes me till I am like a volcano ready to erupt A depressed volcano erupting Into ash And then … Continue reading →

In my life there never really seems to be a dull moment.  I feel like I’ve overcome some barriers this week.  As I sit back and reflect on the week gone by, I simply have to thank God for life.  … Continue reading →

Welcome migraine lala land. I know you Mr Migraine.  We are well acquainted.  Though I do not like you and wish not to have you in my life.   Yet you come and go as you please. You remind me that … Continue reading →

I did not ask you to come into my ten-foot wall Uninvited you steadily worked on breaking my prison Run I wanted to do, but your gentle love kept me here Your protective home made me feel safe It gave … Continue reading →

My name is Hannah. I sometimes suffer with depression But mostly anxiety I am not ashamed of this Because this is a Part of who I am The dysfunction Of my childhood Caused me to view myself In an unfavourable … Continue reading →

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you were completely at peace with yourself? And were able to sleep a full night of uninterrupted peaceful sleep? Did you know it must have been about 10 years since … Continue reading →

As a child I would daydream a lot. I would daydream about what a nice happy family life would be like/ look like. I would romanticise this.  I don’t anymore. Because I don’t see a point. When my family life … Continue reading →

When I am sad, my first reflex is too write. I learned to do this after my son died.  I remember doing it because I wanted to document those emotions. I wanted to remind myself what those early days felt … Continue reading →