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The journey to recover from my depression is still ongoing. I will say that it has gotten easier after I learned how to release my emotions into my work. Discovering poetry in primary school was an essential step into being who I am now, since at the time when I found myself in a very dark place, listening to and reading poetry was the most emotionally freely thing I could do. I’ve always been a reader and used reading to escape my reality often. But poetry: it wasn’t something I could get into but it helped me understand and eventually learn how to explain to myself and others what was happening when I couldn’t explain it simply. I’ve always done well with metaphors. And when I began writing poetry I wrote about simple things like the clouds and the bathroom tiles, about the way the sun shone through the leaves while I waited for my transport back home after school. Finding the way that these things in nature represented situations that were present in my life. As a curious mind

So, You’re depressed are you? Poem #31 The problem with my parents is that they mistake depression for a feeling And yes, it can be A lot of you ‘feel’ depressed But feelings fade Depression doesn’t   See, I’ve been depressed so long I’ve watched my depression change form And right now depression is a house A six walled bachelor’s flat in the middle of a dessert on a cliff by the sea One of the walls is glass Often I sit there and stare at the water beneath me Forgetting the darkness, I’m in Forgetting there’s no water coming out the sink Or electricity for the fridge Or food for my belly   I just stare at the sea Convinced that If I look hard enough I’ll find a mermaid Who will fall in love with the way I know how to look The way I know how to see them Like they’re the only one who matters More than life itself And they’ll break me out of this house as if I don’t have the key tied around my neck in a noose.  ... I wrote this poem rec

Hey There Loves welcome back! I have been writing an awful lot lately and I believe in the next couple months to a year, I’ll be ready to release my next collection. I have spoken briefly about what the experience of quarantine has been like for me. I think that my next batch of poems will definitely dive into all the lessons I’ve learnt. Onto today’s topic… I really do believe that as someone who’s struggled with depression, combined with a heavy anxiety in the last two years, that ceasing from running from myself has really been key for my growth. There’s that word we hear all the time! What has growth meant to me? Like I mentioned earlier growth (A huge theme in my current WIP) has a lot to do with getting a hold of myself and not running. What that meant is recognizing when I feel something, accepting that I am feeling it. Learning why I am feeling it and allow the wave of emotion to pass through me and then finally release. A large portion of this has been tapping into my sp

The journey of the creative   It’s a curse To notice the way sunflowers sway with the moon Even though they don’t like him I see heaven’s smile in the sky sometimes And rename myself thankful For life is but a nightmare and a dream A nightmare that is my dream   The breeze blows through my hair and I become weightless like a dandelion I’m flying through the minds of all those who’ve hurt before Looking through to my past life as a Spanish doctor Loving and true Hips wider that her guitar she dances every night to calm her relatives   I’m flying into a future where skyscrapers are not high enough to reach my hopes Twinkling adventures in a city I’ve never been Secret love affairs I have yet to encounter but have already felt and cried for   Crying leads me into the ocean There I swim with the jellyfish Find peace among the reeds and reefs Smile and wake up alone in my bed A dream that was once a nightmare A nightmare that’s now my dream 

Creativity from adversity The nationwide lock-down has had in it, some unexpected turns in my life, some that I've yet to share. My thoughts and some of the experiences I've had. I've spoken about the journey of the creative before and have even written a poem about it, which I hope to share with you at the end of this week. It is the very theme of this blog. The story of the poet, the singer and the painter. That we find beauty in our struggles. We create from our life experiences and whatever we witness in our day to day. My journey as a creative begun as a mere observer. I used to write about other people's experiences. My first novel was inspired by a song I heard once, a number of my poems are inspired by scenes from movies and celebrity interviews or simply from clouds I saw once on a cloudy day that presented themselves as a well curated metaphor that I just had to out down on paper. However my writing style has begun to change I no longer simply write from the c

I've spent most of this week trying to protect my energy. I am well aware of the things that were taking place in the world around me and I feel the need to say that for me, hearing about such news and seeing disturbing scenes such as the ones that have been all over social media is a norm. I am part of the percentage of people who fall into every category of discrimination there could ever be. I have had this conversation and you have too and it's been shoved in your face all week. For that reason this week blog post will not add to the stress and anxiety but instead I'm hear to give you something to smile about and perhaps some tools to help you out. picture take from Pulse headlines Earlier this week a friend of mine shared a tweet about helping to protect your energy and ease some of the anxiety during this time. I will link it below. With that said, here's my cute story: The last 7 days have been spent in a weird state of euphoria. I was just really happy. I remem