Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Sophie Ann Arching over the small town A blue sky turned grey prayers quickly spoken to the Almighty A lost beauty within the hearts of all A crying cloud dampened the moods further into the mud ground not a smiled shared within those dear until the rainbow, like clockwork, Continue Reading
on, the words of pain | off, the tears when someone is there | on, the smile to a strange face | off, the past and present honesty…
I’m obsessed with the way you look at me when I smile. I’m obsessed with the way you hold me tight and wrap your arms around me, keeping me close.
i don’t know how, but you did. you carved into my chest like a daisy’s root into soil. the tender tears of slow devotion that left a certain mark.
It’s like that feeling after a long holiday, wandering within the familiar walls and climbing into a familiar bed. A sense of belonging with someone.
‘She’s gone.’ His voice cracks in raw emotion. I crumble. All I can think of are the times we spent together. You were the light. I miss you, dear friend.
A raw energy makes me want to sing, dance, and do more things than I ever can imagine on a good day. I feel drunk, but I haven’t been drinking.
Only months, not years upon years, have we been friends, yet I could tell you stories that last decades, of happiness and intimate memories.
Blind to the plain sight of pain inflicted within, the silent torment stops the smile that could grow. Instead it forces me into my bed and backs me into the corner
By Sophie Ann They say it gets better when you tell your parents about your mental health. A few days of realisation, then a long road to being ‘normal’. But with mine, it hasn’t been like that. nothing like that at all. I am victimised and bullied by my own Continue Reading
By Sophie Ann Lines I guess I just give in So many numb thoughts That day dream reality Waving for attention For actions When in math Whilst numbers bore me But all I have to write is Lines. Smiling for the mother Knowing I’m not who I am Yet smiling Continue Reading
By Sophie Ann It’s hard to explain depression to someone who doesn’t suffer it. I feel like I have a rucksack on my back that is full of bricks. It weighs me down and making me constantly feel empty and down. Even in sleep, I can feel the bag, making Continue Reading