It was a Sunday, and I remember every second of it. Your mouth was moving, sounds were leaving your lips.
Can I be sturdy?
Is there potential in me to become better?
You say I can.
I'm too ashamed to share this poem. But it's necessary, for my mental health, to publish it and to express my feelings. It's about a terrible thought that I have all the time. Even if it's a rough and...
Allow yourself to be bare and vulnerable with the rain.
Allow the tears to fall.
Allow yourself to feel.
It's okay.
We're going to be okay.
'Some Sad Dark Secret' was inspired by words spoken to me by a former tutor and mentor of mine at university in London, as well as my own reflections on them in the shape of makeshift journal entries....
It was a Sunday, and I remember every second of it. Your mouth was moving, sounds were leaving your lips.
Can I be sturdy?
Is there potential in me to become better?
You say I can.
I'm too ashamed to share this poem. But it's necessary, for my mental health, to publish it and to express my feelings. It's about a terrible thought that I have all the time. Even if it's a rough and...
Allow yourself to be bare and vulnerable with the rain.
Allow the tears to fall.
Allow yourself to feel.
It's okay.
We're going to be okay.
'Some Sad Dark Secret' was inspired by words spoken to me by a former tutor and mentor of mine at university in London, as well as my own reflections on them in the shape of makeshift journal entries....