A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye

Beautiful poem, check it out!

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I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. But, this poem could trigger those feelings, so please read only if you are in a safe place. This free-verse poem was written during a poetry class in my last semester of my bachelor’s degree. It was my raw feelings when I was suicidal turned into a poem, please enjoy. I will link the other poem I posted recently.

Updated Version of my Poem: 12:15 am

My Darkest Depression

It has been a long while. I am lost in my darkest contemplations. Sinking, unable to breathe. “I’m Depressed,” there I admit it. Teetering, on the edges of the blackest of thoughts— suicide. The darkness serves as my safe and unsafe place. “I am always here for you,” says the darkness—…

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Natural remedies for wellness * — Jenny in Neverland

Medicine is an extraordinary thing, there’s no denying that. This post is in no way, shape or form trying to declare that natural is the *only” way to achieve wellness or the only way to treat illness. That would be incredibly dangerous of me (and of anyone really) to make such claims. I believe in […] … Continue reading Natural remedies for wellness * — Jenny in Neverland

12 Signs of an Anxiety Attack ( How to Better COPE)

An excerpt from this awesome write-up: "...Your brain decides to shoot an extra dose of adrenaline inside your blood system, thus triggering the initial panic attack symptoms like rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, sweating and blood pressure rise. All of the above are the normal sympathetic responses, in the case that you were facing some … Continue reading 12 Signs of an Anxiety Attack ( How to Better COPE)

The Pressure to Have Kids

54 hours oflabour. 54 hours oflabouris how long it took before I received the sweet,sweet relief ofac-section. 15 minutes. 15 entire minutesis how long it lastedbefore someone asked me when I was planning on having my next one.

Welcome to the pressure.

It all started on our wedding day – literally in the speeches, given on the day that we got married, we were reminded that it was time to get cracking on that baby making. It was all in good fun then, we giggled about it, smiling from ear to ear, because the reality was that we were ready to start a family.

That pressure only dissipated long enough to see me through the 37 weeks of my pregnancy. The second that sucker popped out (I say that figuratively, because again – c-section, the little devil that is my gorgeous son really just couldn’t be bothered to…

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The Eternal Saturn Return Part 5: Washington, D.C. 2018

Barefoot Bf

“And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind.

I can never leave the past behind.

I can see no way, I can see no way.

I’m always dragging that horse around.

All of his questions, such a mournful sound.

Tonight I’m gonna bury that horse in the ground.

So I like to keep my issues drawn, 

But it’s always darkest before the dawn”

– Florence + the Machine, “Shake It Out”


I woke up at four thirty in the morning on the day of my first marathon.  Surprisingly, despite the combination of nerves, anxiety, and excitement, I was able to sleep through most of the night.

We had gotten to Washington, D.C. in the early afternoon the day before.  I wanted to give myself enough time to get situated, since it was the first race I signed up for that was more than a forty-five minute drive away…

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