Hospitalized (A Poem)
Sad. I am feeling sad.
Lost. I am supposedly lost.
Belief. I have no beliefs.
Hope. I haven’t any hope.
Road. What road?
Aware. I am not aware.
Help. How do I ask for help?
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."
