“What were you thinking !? I was shaking as I closed the gap between me and the safety of the sidewalk.”
Date night meant my parents made eyes at each other all throughout supper….
A Poem about flying
While we lived in Mali the mission would send us for Vacation in The Gambia right on the coast of West Africa. This was actually cheap Canada.
Image: little girl dancing in her sea – shell skirt made with caliart markers
The banana tree that never bore fruit from Memoirs in Mali part 1
Memoirs of Mali continued….
Letâ€™s get real for a moment guys – this poem has an incredibly important message. When someone is experiencing untreated ptsd, depression, anxiety or any mental illness for a long period of time it can become your new norm. When these things are all you know you start to accept them and see them as a part of you. The behaviours that emerge from mental illnesses can seem like Character defects and failings instead of what they are, symptoms.
Donâ€™t ever stop fighting for wellness.
Itâ€™s worth it.
Memories flicker like flames
Mali memories part 2: Destination Yuvuru
Poetry has healed me in so many ways. I am now embarking on a new journey with poetry, using it to capture my experiences and memories.
I would love to hear your feedback!
With winter comes the winter blues, this year it caught me off guard. This year I am sober, and wiser, and I have so many skills and tools and so much support. This year SAD will not destroy everything I have worked so hard for.
Here is my poem and sketch about SAD.