Flash words! ⚡️

anxiety, depression, mental health, Poetry, thoughts

Born.

Birth.

Awareness.

Surreal.

Stuck.

Emotions.

Overwhelmed.

Devotion.

Strength.

Determined.

Tired.

Burdened.

Overcome.

Push.

Laugh.

Cry.

Smile.

Pain.

Different.

Same.

Inside.

Outside.

Growing.

Dying.

Evolving.

Regressing.

Depressing.

Interesting.

Resting.

Slowing.

Motionless.

Breathless.

Death.

Shit.

Escape.

Away.

Return.

Never.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Rewind.

Reside.

Light.

Dark.

Fade.

Phased.

Repeat.

Adapting.

Habituation.

Species.

Relations.

Friendships.

Lovers.

Situations.

Cycling.

Winding.

Blindly.

Guiding.

Jumping.

Assuming.

Conclusions.

Seclusions.

Selfish.

Humans.

-Dear Perception

Time to Reset

anxiety, depression, mental health, Poetry, thoughts

I’m gonna need you to wipe those tears.

I’m gonna need you to dry your eyes.

I’m gonna need your vision real clear.

I’m gonna need you to sit down for the ride.

I’m gonna enlighten you for the moment.

Hold my hand please don’t let go of it.

There was once an army that was growing.

Till a plague hit, true story.

Now my heart is sore.

And my mind is foggy.

And this life we live

Has become so fkn sorry.

But we keep on pushing

Punishing ourselves.

Looking in the mirror.

Staring at our cells.

Staying caged inside of our own minds.

Everybody doesn’t realize that there’s no time.

To let the brain get lost in the crossed wires.

Find yourself caught up in the crossfire.

Your levels altered from all of your life’s trauma.

Adrenaline gets pumping, manipulating the mind.

Repeating to myself that everything is fine.

But I lie.

I lie to avoid the reality of no reality.

To escape the negative times that show up so unexpectedly.

Except that’s not how the brain operates entirely.

Instead it creates self hate from all of the deceit.

Create what’s not fate.

Create self hate because all of this is fake.

Until suddenly it’s real again.

When your brain’s done with seeking thrills again.

When the manic stage starts to reveal you again.

Now I’m stuck looking at my past choices like man.

No regrets, no second guesses.

I like the life that constantly presses.

The life that keeps my mind on edge.

The life that makes me feel free, no catch.

Prevail through shit, content.

Life’s so unfortunate.

Passing through the space’s net.

Why doesn’t everybody just do what they can?

Myself included, it seems I need to go reflect.

-Dear Perception

Moms and Depression

advice, anxiety, depression, mental health, Parenting, thoughts, trigger warning

Mom Kills 5 Children and Herself, Notes left behind scream Mental Health Issues

I’ll summarize the article above as it fucking sucks to read.

A 25 year old mom of 5 kids, 3 biologically hers and 2 step children.

She killed all of the kids, set the house on fire, before shooting herself in the head outside at the picnic table.

She left notes explaining her mental health state and how she lost the battle.

Something I don’t understand: why the children?

This topic is a controversial one as many people won’t understand how it got to be this bad.

The husband ignored the signs. He probably thought she was crying out for attention. He called off a welfare check because he thought she was okay despite her constant texts that she was not.

The next day, all of his kids would be gone.

My heart hurts for the ones left behind, for those children who endured this evil act, and for the mom.

Moms, we deal with a lot of shit sometimes.

We’re out in this world trying to play the roles of multiple people and then people question us when we lose our shit.

We’re almost expected to run households while also trying to keep up with the demands of the world.

This mom killed herself and her family because she lost the support she had for 10 days! Her husband went to stay at his fathers to be closer to work and she was supposed to hold the fort down.

Only she couldn’t. Because she was 25 years old trying to raise five young children.

I’m 30 trying to raise 3 children and let me tell you, it’s not easy.

I watched my mom try to kill herself multiple times because the pressure became too much.

I’m not saying what she did was right, I’m just saying it’s time for people to stop expecting mom’s to uphold this superhero role. It’s unrealistic and a lot of mothers are struggling.

Families are broken these days. Moms are often left to figure it out. More moms than dads but for the dads who feel like this too, I’m not discrediting you at all!

Parents in general, if you feel alone, reach out to someone. Save your babies before you hurt them. It’s not cool to put the kids through things because you can’t mentally handle it and it’s OK to say that you can’t do it!

Our minds are crazy and can really cause us to do things that we regret. In this ladies case, had she had someone just check in on her, maybe the kids would still be here and maybe she would be too!

Check on your friends and parents, hang in there. We are all just surviving the best we can!

-Dear Perception

Hey Again, Friend!

anxiety, mental health, Poetry, thoughts

Triggered.

Go figure.

Sound familiar?

What’s the deal here?

The world’s chaotic.

Wish I was bionic

If I want it, then I got it

That’s the type of shit I’m on!

Used to be so small

Trying to survive

in the streets of the hood

I remember those nights

Adapted to life

Never have I been blind

I cut my heart out

one piece at a time

I’m left with holes and my minds not right

I’m tired of these feelings inside.

I either shut them out completely

But That’s never really pleasing

Then I open up again

Forgetting that I bleed easy

Then my head gets to spinning

Then my breathing starts to increase

Then the speed I try to decrease

Before it’s too late and I’m wheezing.

The tears are flowing, my mind’s freezing.

Welcome back,

Anxiety!

-Dear Perception

Slow Demise 💥

anxiety, mental health, thoughts

Sometimes, poetry won’t cut it when you feel like your brain is maxing out.

I’m on the verge of having an anxiety attack.

I recognize the precursors by now.

There’s a tightness in my stomach, my back is aching, my head hurts, I can’t sleep.

Now I’m like a ticking time bomb to nobody but myself.

Waiting for the hyperventilation to start.

Waiting for the tears to fall and not stop.

Waiting for the never ending thoughts to amplify in my head, every negative thing at one time. All of the pain, the struggle, the future, the past, the happiness, all of it merges together and explodes.

In those moments, there’s no control of my emotions.

I don’t like when things are out of control.

I am a problem solver. I find solutions. I don’t make excuses.

In these states of panic, I’m none of those things.

I’m just drained.

I’m tired.

I don’t want to do a damn thing anymore until this stupid attack happens and I can move forward.

However, I have to do the things. Right?

Who else is going to do it?

So my battle begins internally once more.

How much longer until anxiety wins?

-Dear Perception

Anxiety Nights

anxiety, depression, mental health, Poetry, thoughts

Tonight’s one of those nights,

Where things creep into my mind.

Staring blankly at the black screen under my closed eyes.

The vibe just isn’t right.

My heart keeps jolting inside.

Searching for answers I can’t find.

So I sit and take in the silence.

But…

The questions never end.

It’s all starting to blend.

Why that and why this.

I’m so tired of this shit.

I don’t even know how to react sometimes.

I think about giving this life back sometimes.

I truly wish, that I wouldn’t slack sometimes.

Anxiety, is fucking wack sometimes.

You gotta be, a lot stronger than your mind.

Intelligence is built from a real small line.

Open up, to other perspectives.

Stop arguing, shut up, and listen!

-Dear Perception

No Escape

anxiety, depression, mental health, Poetry, thoughts
Photo cred: Mat Reding

They say that we all live to die.

My question is why?

Why do we build up this life?

When in the end we say bye?

Does our life serve a purpose?

Have we created fictional versions

Of what life is supposed to be

Making it a harder excursion.

We give and we take

Some take more than others

Some give more away

Some do things for cover.

Make themselves feel better.

Smile on their face, camera rolling.

The video will break records.

Social media has become so controlling.

Open your eyes.

Be a silent observer.

Take in other’s mind.

Learn to do better!

In the end we all die.

That’s not a lie. I must say.

Your grave will be no bigger than mine.

In the end, there’s no escape!

-Dear Perception

Neutral eMotions

anxiety, Poetry, thoughts

All of a sudden time stops for a moment.

Your world stops.

Nothing else matters.

Your mind becomes blocked.

Then suddenly it’s clear to see.

Living in a world of pain.

The purpose of life is now so real.

Life is a losing game.

Grief never leaves.

The what if’s never stop.

The agony inside takes over.

It will never be what it was.

I try not to think.

I think too much.

Who am I?

What do I want?

I live for others.

Not myself.

I want everyone to be happy.

Hopefully nobody can tell.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

In this life that I have for myself.

Everyday I keep doing it though.

Only time is going to tell.

-Dear Perception

❤️ Internal Battles 🧠

advice, anxiety, depression, mental health, Poetry, thoughts

Sit back, let’s have a conversation and relax.

Brain: You do realize you don’t have time for that.

Enlighten me with your life’s stories.

Anxiety: This doesn’t seem like a good idea to me.

If you need anything, just let me know.

Heart: You’re always trying to cover up your sorrow.

I can’t wait for the next time we hang out.

Depression: You know you’re going to cancel, just cancel that now.

I’m waking up, I got so much to do.

Mind: You say that everyday, that’s nothing new.

I need a break, let me sit down and scroll.

Brain: I thought today you were gonna break that cycle.

The day is flying by, I feel so unaccomplished,

Anxiety: Omg, there’s so much shit.

I have tomorrow, let me rest today.

Heart: Yeah, the ones you love need you anyway .

I’m stressing now, when will it all stop.

Depression: you could end it anytime that you wanted.

Deep breaths, that’s what they say to do.

Mind: Come on you know that doesn’t work for you.

Yeah, you’re right, I think I’m running out of options.

Brain: No you’re not, you haven’t even really thought about them.

Keep pushing, I’m stronger than I know.

Anxiety: People expect you to keep up the facade bro.

It’s never ending, smile, and push on.

Heart: Do it for the ones you love, be strong.

I do it all the time, no excuses to be made.

Depression: Yes and then you cry at the end of the day.

Behind closed doors, what I do is my business.

Mind: Yeah, but can you even handle it?

-Dear Perception

Never ending Days

advice, anxiety, thoughts

Right now the days feel like they fly by.

But that won’t last forever.

There’s so much to do with so little time.

Time we all borrow together.

As history continues to repeat.

We will only remain a generation.

One of the many, many families.

Passing blood down to the next of kin.

We are born here to repopulate and die.

Like the rest of the animals around us.

Is your purpose greater than mine?

I don’t think I’m one to judge.

Day by day and night by night.

Sun up to sun down, moonrise.

My thoughts quickly consume my mind.

I can no longer hold them inside.

My life is on a continuous track.

My joy slowly depleting.

I have to try to get myself back.

Find the me I used to be.

Be that mom with patience.

Be the woman with pride.

Be the young girl who was fearless

Be the one who wants to strive.

Right now my days are never ending.

They blend together so well.

Right now, I need to stop being an enemy.

Especially to myself.

-Dear Perception