humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Phoenix Rising
Labels, acronyms and diagnoses. Letters, appointments and chaos. Suicide, loss and destruction. We are all divided when it comes to our thoughts and perspectives when talking about mental health. In this day and age we unfortunely still have some who believed its way over used and is an excuse. Then we have people who believe we are all in crisis at some point with our mental health. Which I fully support, we all do have moments of lows and highs when it comes to our mental health. It just seems like some manage better than others and the window of tolerance is greatly varied between each person.
By Sophie larissa4 years ago in Humans
Odds and ends, and you
A note came flowing up the stairs of the old villa; it was not made of paper but of something much more subtle, levitating through the ether, making its way directly into the dark hole that had settled where not so long ago there had been a heart. Like a candle looking for shelter, it lit up – and for a moment the gloom hole became a warm abode again. Who can resist that? The source of the melody she had dreamed of for so long was downstairs, waiting for the perfect moment to take her life apart.
By Mary Anne Goatherd4 years ago in Humans
Kintsugi
Peace meant that Samurai had succeeded in their duties, but were now obsolete. Peace meant we had to conduct our warfare in the shadows, in order for the peace to remain. Whenever the letters came for an assignment, I walked through this part of the village to get to town. It was the quiet road, laid for the farmers carrying their crops to market. I made a habit of pausing to watch an old woman at work. For years, she pieced together broken things until they held a new beauty. A strange letter arrived one night. I burned it and I set out as dawn eased over the world. The dirt road crunched quietly under my feet. I was surprised to find her hut already lit by the amber glow of lanterns in the soft blue morning.
By Madison DeCook4 years ago in Humans
Fibroids aren’t my friend
On November 1, 2021, I was perfectly fine, or at least I thought I was. Trying to be safe in this pandemic, going to work at a very physically and mentally taxing job every day, working out three to four times a week, attempting to have a social life in the midst of all of this chaos and watch over my mental health. However, on November 4 at about 1 o clock in the morning, I was no longer fine. I was lying in bed when I felt a sharp pain on my right side. I soon discovered, I couldn’t even move to get to the ibuprofen that was maybe ten feet away on the table.
By Tee Richardson 4 years ago in Humans
MIRROR
With each step that I took the sky expanded before me. An ocean of robin’s egg blue caressed the soft white clouds. Each one was uniquely shaped, and every detail was intricately painted by Mother Nature herself. Even though the sun was high in the sky with its rays of warmth that caused me to squint my eyes, the crispness of the harsh landscape was all that I noticed. My brain, having been jolted awake, was absorbing the delicious views that some might refer to as “desolate.”
By Shelby Valdez4 years ago in Humans
A Matter of Perspective
Jay-Z and Alicia Keys sing of concrete jungles where dreams are made of. If so, then cemeteries must be the jungles where those dreams end. Like most people I see the value in closure that funerals give us, but cemeteries themselves have never provided that release. A landscape of completed lives commemorated through stones and plaques had seemed relevant solely as a historical curiosity, but my perceptions had changed since I received terrible news about my uncle. A visit to Centennial Park, south of Adelaide in South Australia where he was buried, seemed necessary.
By Edward Palmer4 years ago in Humans
It’s Not Over…
In the beginning, growing up Monique always felt different from her family and the world around her. She was a curious youngling whom would keep her eyes in the sky and wonder what was out there. Yearning for more in life, while feeling out of place. Young enough to know she couldn’t fly on her own, but wise enough to know that there were endless possibilities to life and what could become of her. Monique often wondered why she chose to ascend from her stardust-self to an earthly being and select the family she channeled into, given the dis-functionality and historical trauma she would inevitably need to overcome.
By Ebony Book (she, her, hers)4 years ago in Humans
