reflective rhymes

Good morning, everyone. It's actually 12 pm but I stayed up a little late so I'm waking up a little late too but that's okay! It's okay to sleep in sometimes. I actually use to have a really bad sleep schedule and would stay up until 5-6 am and not even wake until 3 pm so i think I'm doing a pretty good job. Anyway, today I just want to talk a little bit about mental health. It's something that needs spoken about as often as we talk about the gas prices. I feel like the world is at a state where no is thinking about other people. People have grown selfish and ignorant, an i hope to spread awareness and help as much as I can!    This will contain topics of suicide so please just be aware and in a comfortable safe place as you read this. And like always, if you can relate, feel free to comment. I don't judge and this is what my blog is for. Let me start off with something that some people may not understand, I want to spread awareness of this because it could ...

  Good morning. I'm in the mood to write so I'm going to talk a little bit about my childhood and how i think it's affected me. I know it might be hard for some people to look back on their childhood and live in bad moments again, but I think it's important to live in those hard moments to recognize what parts have affected you. It's important to know why you are the way you are, and I think looking back on our childhood can help us tremendously. I want to spread awareness of abuse. This will have some hard topics to read about, so please make sure you're in a comfortable place.         I want to start by sharing a bit about my childhood because I believe it plays a giant and crucial role in helping me—and perhaps others—understand why I respond the way I do in certain situations. From a young age, I’ve had strange thoughts and acted in ways that I’ve never shared with anyone. As I’m figuring out my life and what I want for myself, I feel that ope...

Well, Hi guys. I just got out of a server call on discord and I want to share the interaction I had with you all because I think a lot more people can relate to this young girl than she thought. I just spoke to a girl who said she doesn't know what she wants to do. She said, " I'm twenty-two years' old, still live with my momma, have a small job but still don't drive or have any friends." She shared with me that she felt behind in life, and like she wasn't as successful as she wants or should be.  I think I should be honest here to all of you, I don't even know who I am or want to be yet. I’m only nineteen. Most people in their thirty's don’t even know what they want for themselves, and that is okay. it’s okay to not have it all figured out as long as you want to figure it out. You should set goals for yourself and have a general idea of what you want your life to look like. I lie to people lot on how I want to turn out. I tell people a lot of wha...

Hello, my name is Kay, and I am nineteen years old. I know I posted a poem last night, but I wanted to come on here and make a proper introduction for everyone who has started and will follow my blog. I’m starting this blog to share with the world that everyone has feelings they may struggle to comprehend at times—that we all fight silent battles within our minds in one way or another. I want to share my life, my struggles, and how I navigate this world. I want to express my thoughts and feelings and show how I cope with the moments when I’m in a state of mind that’s hard for me and others to understand. I want to share who I am and encourage people everywhere to do the same, to embrace who they are without shame. It’s difficult for people to be their authentic selves because judgment and hatred are all around us. We forget that we were meant to be kind, to live peacefully, and to treat each other with respect. In a world as demented as ours, it’s hard for people to feel safe being...

 Hi everyone. My name is Kay. This is my very first post and I'm very excited to share it and connect with people. When I was younger, I was a victim of Sexual Assault. I didn't speak out when I first experienced SA but now that I am older, I hope to advocate for the people who can't stick up for themselves and remind people that you are strong, loved and seen!    He looked at me crazy, said “You’re not bulletproof”  I layed and I cried, how can he be so menaceful ? He told me not to cry, and that the pain won’t last that long Is my fragility that irresistible?  Why does he want me gone? I’m holding in my tears, but I fear I'm not waterproof So, I sink, and I drown  In my own weather It’s a storm he created within me And it’s hard to run away So, I’ll sit and mope And tears will stroke my small and fragile face