and as i stepped outside the sun was shining on my face i put my hand up like a shade while my eyes adjusted to the light for i had spent so much time in the dark the light seemed too bright, blinding it felt surreal, as if it weren’t happening slowly, i was able…Read More
just a little longer until i
the sun on my
Life is… it’s like a mountain I have to climb.
Happiness is at the
Hopelessness is at the
Three poems I wrote over a year and a half ago when I was living in NYC, and I first started struggling with my current major depressive episodeRead More