Antonia Humphrey
Bio
I would love to write a fascinating bio that covers all of my amazing achievements, however, I have none. I am an absolute mess of a human but I love to write and love to share my perception of the world in hopes that others will too.
Stories (5)
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Holding onto Hope
It’s easy to see the scars on those who are victims of their own minds. Their lives crumble, they exude a tiredness that is almost contagious, and often the person they are is overshadowed by the illness that is affecting them. They lose part of their identity and so many mentally ill patients feel they will never again find it. And yet, there are so many far reaching effects of the illness that are so rarely considered.
By Antonia Humphrey5 years ago in Psyche
To the Girl Who Needs it Most
“Calling it a night?” Rosie, the barista, asked as I walked up to the register. I nodded. “Yeah.” I look around the empty shop with it’s worn chairs and hand painted table tops. I found this place about a year before and had fallen in love. It was my home away from home and I was grateful for the inspiration and copious amounts of caffeine it always provided. The shop stayed open until midnight and attracted a strange mix of students and artists who needed a place to work. I had been the last customer to leave the last two nights. “Sorry, I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to hold up your night.”
By Antonia Humphrey5 years ago in Humans
Freedom from Guilt
I was raised in Salt Lake City. I spent every Sunday in a chapel pew and as a teenager I added Wednesday nights to my weekly religious routine. My family was LDS, my friends were LDS, even my teachers were LDS. The only people I knew who weren't was my dad, but my brothers and I had been conditioned to believe that while we loved our dad, he would probably end up in hell if he didn't find Jesus before his death.
By Antonia Humphrey5 years ago in Humans
