Whether it’s as a musician or as a fan, girls always have to work harder to prove themselves. Today I’m focusing on the fan side. See: ‘fangirls’.
I haven’t been able to write (and finish) anything creative in so so long. Not only is it frustrating, it’s also really upsetting. I’ve always been first and foremost a writer, it’s like one of my defining personality traits. But the metaphorical well of ideas has dried up.
Nothing quite like being a writer without anything to write about huh? Like trying to climb a flight of stairs when the first ten steps are missing. Continue reading
Originally posted on Writings from the Heart: Killer whales. Orcas. Synonyms for a single species. Both refer to the whale that is in the news right now. The whale from Seaworld that beached itself on the Canary Islands in a water park pool. Her name is Morgan and she is a captive who swims around…
It is your eighteenth birthday in half an hour, that milestone you’ve been waiting your whole life for just because you were told that you should. In a few months, little me, your life is going to get very difficult. I won’t lie to you. It’ll get seemingly impossible for a long time. But as all of those things have already happened to me, I have to reassure you that you are much much stronger than you believe, even if nobody else ever tells you that. Your Continue reading
I have had severe anxiety since I was 11. It wasn’t diagnosed officially until I was sixteen, and got given medication for it just after my seventeenth birthday. The only reason I was approved for medication was because my anxiety was affecting my concentration in school; not because it was cripplingly debilitating and limited my ability to function as a human being.
“According to the DSM 5, a panic attack is characterized by four or more of the following symptoms: Continue reading
“So, in his letter, Dan Turner drones on about how his son’s life is ruined now… Basically, he said everything except ‘my god, what have I done.’ And in so doing, we all know exactly how Brock became the man he became. He became the man he was raised to be.”
Something has occurred to me, as I sit in my room on my ward in this hospital. I know nothing sensible could possibly occur to me but I need to get this off my chest. You see Amelia, I don’t actually know if I’m seeing things or not. I hear things, and I feel things, whispers and ghostly touches skimming across the back of my neck, like spiders. I think I see things. They tell me I don’t, but then who was moving things in the attic?
You understand Amelia. I’m not crazy. I swear it. I would Continue reading