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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

Blank Canvas.

Poetry, thoughts

I open the page to write.

To release what’s on my mind.

Then I stare at the blank screen.

All of a sudden I can’t type.

My mind is drained.

I lose focus immediately.

There’s too much in my brain.

I need to refocus my inner chi.

Sometimes there’s not enough time.

At times, there’s not enough desire.

Sometimes I choose to close my eyes.

I like to stay blind to the public’s sight.

Sometimes it’s really me not you.

Sometimes, I don’t know what to do.

Sometimes I wanna pull my hair,

Scream till my lungs run out of air.

I understand if you can’t understand.

You’d have to go through all my past plans.

You’d have to see the things I’ve seen.

You’d have to live and act like me.

Dive into an alter reality.

One that’s a beautiful place to be.

Be prepared to endlessly seek.

For the first sign that the end is beginning.

Knowing that it’ll never be found.

Knowing that the end is still the ground.

Knowing that there’s no mission or purpose.

Knowing what we leave behind may all be worthless.

The truth is what we fear.

We escape and avoid our tears.

We seek out drugs to suppress our emotions.

Which clouds our judgment and steers our focus.

Yet we’re the same people who believe in being mindful.

We’re trying to change the world to an upward spiral.

We like to thrive on living life in the present.

But I look up and everyone’s offended.

I look around and my hopes fall down.

Because nobody is happy unless someone else drowns.

Because everyone is just trying to survive.

In a place where people are not supposed to get by.

In a place where freedom is taken for granted.

All the power in the world couldn’t make us champions.

Because humans are a species.

With brains and a body, such simplicity.

We blame everything on something else and reassure ourselves,

I’m guilty.

We like less work, more play, but can’t find a balance between the days.

We have the tools at our hands, but still choose to do things the hard way.

We’re driven by the wrong motives.

We don’t think deeper than what people told us.

We overlook things because we’re in a rush.

To get somewhere that covers all of the truth up.

Emotions are loud.

Your brain is real powerful.

Manipulated by variables beyond our control.

Unless you sit there to take the time to know.

You’ll never truly understand the way our bodies flow.

I wonder how much I can take in before I have to tap out.

As of now,

these are just things that I think about.

Blank Canvas.

Poetry, thoughts

I open the page to write.

To release what’s on my mind.

Then I stare at the blank screen.

All of a sudden I can’t type.

My mind is drained.

I lose focus immediately.

There’s too much in my brain.

I need to refocus my inner chi.

Sometimes there’s not enough time.

At times, there’s not enough desire.

Sometimes I choose to close my eyes.

I like to stay blind to the public’s sight.

Sometimes it’s really me not you.

Sometimes, I don’t know what to do.

Sometimes I wanna pull my hair,

Scream till my lungs run out of air.

I understand if you can’t understand.

You’d have to go through all my past plans.

You’d have to see the things I’ve seen.

You’d have to live and act like me.

Dive into an alter reality.

One that’s a beautiful place to be.

Be prepared to endlessly seek.

For the first sign that the end is beginning.

Knowing that it’ll never be found.

Knowing that the end is still the ground.

Knowing that there’s no mission or purpose.

Knowing what we leave behind may all be worthless.

The truth is what we fear.

We escape and avoid our tears.

We seek out drugs to suppress our emotions.

Which clouds our judgment and steers our focus.

Yet we’re the same people who believe in being mindful.

We’re trying to change the world to an upward spiral.

We like to thrive on living life in the present.

But I look up and everyone’s offended.

I look around and my hopes fall down.

Because nobody is happy unless someone else drowns.

Because everyone is just trying to survive.

In a place where people are not supposed to get by.

In a place where freedom is taken for granted.

All the power in the world couldn’t make us champions.

Because humans are a species.

With brains and a body, such simplicity.

We blame everything on something else and reassure ourselves,

I’m guilty.

We like less work, more play, but can’t find a balance between the days.

We have the tools at our hands, but still choose to do things the hard way.

We’re driven by the wrong motives.

We don’t think deeper than what people told us.

We overlook things because we’re in a rush.

To get somewhere that covers all of the truth up.

Emotions are loud.

Your brain is real powerful.

Manipulated by variables beyond our control.

Unless you sit there to take the time to know.

You’ll never truly understand the way our bodies flow.

I wonder how much I can take in before I have to tap out.

As of now,

these are just things that I think about.

Mindless Searching

Poetry, thoughts

My mind’s been blank.

What more is there to say.

I try to find every possible way,

to escape.

It’s like I’m floating through time.

Stuck in a real low frequency vibe.

Hanging on for the ride,

until I die.

In the meantime I get bored.

I always want something more.

I search and search,

but there’s nothing new behind the doors.

So I spaz out in the moment.

I really start to get going.

Freely falling and exploring,

the knowledge up in my storage.

Then suddenly there’s too much to do.

I have to look around the room.

Responsibility I have to assume.

For the mess as I create total doom.

For myself and others around me.

The sacrifices they make are astounding.

I am grateful they are so understanding.

As I work and drown out my surroundings.

Find time in the day to tune back in.

Listen to my loved ones once again.

Try to engage, play, make everything blend.

To balance the unbalanced series of events.

It’s work more than play.

It’s zoning out in the day.

It’s trying to find the motivation to be okay.

It’s finding the light when you’ve lost your way.

Sometimes it’s questionable.

How much does everyone know?

Is it something that I possibly show?

This life I’m living, I really don’t know.

I think we’re all just trying to do our best.

Some care a little more than the rest.

Some think a little harder when taking the test.

Some want to be the very greatest.

In the end, we all really end up the same way.

What you have now is what you pick to stay.

What you do now is how you’ll be remembered someday.

Choose to live or go astray, the choice is always yours to make!

-Dear Perception

Rebuild the Ruins

Poetry, thoughts

What can I say?

My mind goes insane.

Manipulation of the brain.

I need to watch what I say.

I need to stop before I speak.

I need to listen to what I preach.

It’s a dangerous war, I can’t claim defeat.

I got a lot of people who are looking at me.

And I never say it but I might say it now.

It’s all piling up and I’m falling down.

Some days I feel high up and other days I drown.

Some days I can conquer, but I’m not right now.

If we could all be honest, without judgement.

I could speak up just a little more on it.

I could try to help everyone overcome it.

I could lay it all out for the public.

That I’m learning to accept myself.

That I’m learning to forgive myself.

I’m learning things that I thought were too complex for myself.

It’s hard but I want to be a better human.

I will successfully rebuild the ruins.

We can all be okay if we really want to change.

If we’re truly honest instead of loyal to the game.

Who do you see inside your eyes,

when you lay down at night?

When there’s nobody around,

what makes your heart feel light?

It’s okay if you don’t know the answers to these questions.

I’m finding out we’re all just taking chances and making guesses.

There’s not really a manuscript to end up where we are destined.

Lead by our thoughts and decisions taught by our ancestors.

I hear them telling me to remember that I can always do better.

Dear Perception

Sorry Mother Earth! 🌎🌍🌏

current events, Poetry, thoughts

This world right now, is a hard place to live in.

I keep reminding myself, focus on the present.

But time isn’t telling, these feelings won’t fade.

There’s a knot in my stomach, are we gonna be ok?

Close my eyes and breathe out, repeat till I’m sleeping.

Let all my thoughts drown, I’m in way too deep.

And my life isn’t how I want it it be.

So I constantly wonder of the future I can’t see.

This history we’re living through,

I’m in denial.

How did it end up like this?

This nation’s on trial.

And though I’m not here to blame

We should all be ashamed.

How else do you think that anything could change?

When we can’t even find our compassion anymore,

For the people all around us, for my children and yours.

-Dear Perception

Influenced Mind

Poetry, thoughts

I let it overpower me.

It was pulling me down like gravity.

Like I couldn’t escape it,

What a tragedy.

Such a sight to see.

The raging me.

I quieted the rage because it was wrong.

I needed to show that I was strong.

That we all make mistakes all along.

But we can fix them if we wanted to belong.

To a society of peace and kindness.

We can’t all lead the blind with our blindness.

We have to be way more open minded.

We have to give our children better mindsets.

But the brain and the mind aren’t on the same page.

One is pulling me in the opposite way.

My actions are running astray.

It’s time to reset, run away!

If only it was all so easy.

Escape to an alternate reality.

Meditation, that’s what provides clarity.

It helps you reset to live in peace.

I guess there’s some turns along this path.

It’s time to get back on the right track.

Find balance within, no looking back.

I only want peace, what’s wrong with that?

Analyze, listen, repeat.

I’m just trying to be a better version of me!

-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

Wandering Mind 🧠

advice, Poetry, thoughts

Learn about me.

Learn with me.

Learn.

Either way, do it with a fire that burns.

Burn it into your brain.

The knowledge is yours to regain.

Asks questions along the way.

Question everything you hear, see, and say.

Question all of our society.

It’s a puzzling reality that people refuse to change.

And when you ask these questions, question yourself.

Are you contributing or are you detrimental?

Do you truly care or just crave attention?

Is what you’re doing really worth a mention?

Have you thought beyond your current situation?

Who’s really looking out for you and me, besides ourselves?

Everyone has some kind of sad story to tell.

I’m not belittling your tale.

I’m just saying we either win or we fail.

We either work or cry and complain.

Or there’s room to do both, just don’t lose your aim.

What do you want from life?

Be honest, it’s time.

Is your current life aligned with your future goals?

Are you living in the present moment while you go?

There’s always so many things to consider and think about.

Really, how do you feel, because that should count!

Listen to your emotions.

They usually talk pretty loud!

-Dear Perception