A Personal Look at Mental Health, Hope, and Change
Thoughts are thoughtsNo danger there. Thoughts are thoughtsEven if my mind is bare. The thoughts are there in the morningand before I go to bed. The thoughts are there to woe meand pull me out of bed. The wilderness beckons me, Pushing wind beneath my sails. Sometimes we have to go within to step out... Continue Reading →
"Go to bed," I say counting down the hours, minutes, the steady seconds until my mind is my own once again. No sticky fingers prying their way into my thoughts, eliciting every emotion, no tears caused by my seemingly continuous stream of "no." Just me, wrapped in reflection at the end of a long and... Continue Reading →
Taralyn Rowe 