I Was Not Made For This World (A Poem)
I don’t think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel today.
I don’t feel as though hope is certain.
What I have overcome was at the cost of something dear to me.
There are no easy answers.
There are only tough questions.
And, lots of them.
I suppose I’ll be vindicated some day.
Or, maybe not.
Maybe Ill just be the guy who faded away.
It’s doubtful.
I have a lot to say.
But, will I share it with you?
I am not sure.
I get so confused in these situations.
Help is in the form of a pill, you know?
I can’t imagine it being from a human alone.
Oh no!
It has to be from a human, as well as science.
Mentally Ill In America
The only meaning I can ascribe to my life is one that challenges me and makes me happy.
#MentalHealthWarrior
I like to self-reflect.
I am into personal development (and, I am working to become more consistent).
I have a BA in Psychology.
I enjoy reading.
I love to listen to music!
I write Prose poetry.
My favorite foods are Vietnamese and Thai.
"You will never be criticized by someone who is doing more than you. You will only be criticized by someone who is doing less than you."
