My dad has been my inspiration. He’s believed in me more than I’ve ever believed in myself. Yes we have our moments, but even those moments carry love and understanding. My dad is a very patient man. He’s had to deal with me, my tantrums, and my anxiety. I remember how badly I cried because … Continue reading Strained Relationships
When I came to America in 2013, I was fourteen years old and had no knowledge of cultures outside of the one I grew up in. I was naive and used to live in my own little fantasy world. I still kinda do. My made up characters are a better interaction then most real people … Continue reading Inside the mind of an immigrant
It's when you’re drowning and you can't seem to floatyou’re trying to speak but the words are clogged in your throat. Your lips tremble and a tear rolls down your cheekyou’re supposed to be strong but every fiber in you seems weak. Your thoughts are racing at a speed you can't countbutterflies sink in your … Continue reading What is anxiety?
This imperfect body of yoursis nothing morethan just a host for your soulthere is an unseen beautydripping from withinso take the brush of self-loveand paint it all over your skinbecause you are the comfort of heavenand the ease of Edenin you lies a garden of solaceyou may not be the prettyyou’ve always craved to bebecause … Continue reading My doubts
All that pain you’ve keptbeneath those hidden facesand all those tears you’ve criedon bathroom floors and pillow casesall those aches, wounds and insecuritiesyou’ve been carrying for a whilegive them all to meso I could see you smile.I know you’re achingand you won’t ever breakbut the world is so cruel, my lovehow long will you take?Release … Continue reading Crying on bathroom floors