The bird had never been seen in the area before. Was it a sign from God or just my imagination?

This is a poem about recovery. The thing I’m referring to, that went away, is actually a few things. At this point in my life when I wrote this, I had stopped using drugs, only medication so my depression had subsided. As well as I stopped seeing a person who was just as self destructive as I was.

A poem about waiting for antidepressants to kick in.

At 34, Dr. QF is still single and she’s a very busy doctor. Through the years, all of her relationships with her patients were nothing but professional until she met the 60-year-old Black man, Pyke, who is dying of brain tumor.

The first chapter of Dee’s story reveals how she ended up in the hospital and why she feels confused about her surroundings and her feelings. Dee is asking for answers, but no one wants to give them…

A short piece on getting diagnosed.

A poem a day keeps insanity away.

One of the topics for one of my English assignments where I had to choose three items to put in "Room 101". I had to engage with the audience, therefore as you read it, you may have the feeling that you’re talking to someone about the topic.

A poem about my long suffering Sciatica, I was wondering what subject to use for my poem and with another sharp stabbing pain it came to me "ouch"

This is my story on my recovery from a severe Mental Illness.