I may be one of the few people out there that enjoy cleaning. I don't necessarily like the act, but I love watching a space go from dirty to clean and being the...

Identity. I used to wonder whether my depression was who I was. It hit when I was 13. I had no understanding of it. It was an invisible disease weaving it's way...

@ellowrites

That evil blank screen
The one that mocks
Waiting to be filled
By our pretentious adjectives
Must hold its laughter
As we stuff its face
With words...

A paradox of being human: We wish to fit in-to be similar to those we adore but at the same time we wish to be unique and special.

I find it difficult to interact with social media when I fight for a reason to get out of bed. Depression sucks out any possible joy or purpose. I find it diffi...

I search the internet. I click on a page. Then I open separate links. Before I realize it, I have 12 tabs open in my browser saying the procrastinators motto: I...

Is it a professional hazard as a creative writer to suffer from low self-esteem? We make ourselves vulnerable and face a multitude of rejection. We feed on and ...

Words can not provide shelter
They cannot provide sustenance
Yet I value them more
They are my means of self-expression
They are the means to show myself
I do n...

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