mental health – brittany given.

journal fifty-eight.

are you lonely or are you alone here we do not know the difference

journal fifty-six.

on days I feel like life is against me I try to remember she’s got a lot more shit to give so why waste time in the anger in the groveling and the pain we’ve got a long way to go from here

you are back hopefully to stay you knows it’s been a while that you’ve been away it was just a bit too much stress everything in your head was becoming a mess and damn to all the responsibilities you had when your only thought was how not to go mad so you took that hiatusContinue reading “journal fifty-one.”

journal forty-eight.

sadness (n): and I’m shattered some millions of tiny little pieces falling to the floor they pour out of my eyes stick in my throat who knows what is what anymore

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal forty-five.

Every year, I write a letter to myself And every year, that letter saves me — it starts with me

journal forty-four.

what is this feeling? i can’t help but know i’ve been here before it’s all too familiar those things crawling in my skin i’m alone but fear i can’t move i can’t be seen? breathing gets harder but i don’t know why and i’m trying to think i’m trying to place it what is this?Continue reading “journal forty-four.”

journal forty-two.

two hours before sunset I’ve realized that’s my favorite time outside, at my new place maybe old to some, but new to me on my balcony, overlooking my city I’m swinging swinging swinging swinging more like softly rocking actually I’m softly rocking on the only thing I have out here— one sole hammock and theContinue reading “journal forty-two.”

journal thirty-nine.

In my dreams, I’m dancing Spinning around a large, empty room I’ve got moves, this girl Wouldn’t you like to see? Twirling and dipping Swinging and tipping Hands up high How long since you’ve last let loose? Emptied your thoughts Until all that’s left Is yourself? And this beat—a one two three four and aContinue reading “journal thirty-nine.”

journal thirty-three.

fall hard while you’re young. let the ground scrape your knees yet again. build calluses around your knuckles and finger tips. lose yourself in the mall with the fear to never be found. forget where you placed your favorite baby blanket, the one you carry with you everywhere. let yourself hurt. so when you areContinue reading “journal thirty-three.”