I’ve suffered with depression and anxiety for years which along with family tragedies led me to alcoholism, close to losing everything I decided to turn it around, I asked for help and went through rehab. I then volunteered at the rehab centre until going through the training myself and becoming a qualified Peer Mentor to help other addicts of drugs and alcohol to get and stay clean and sober. ...

To go shopping in bulk, not worrying that your mum will have to clear out the fridge later. To reach out for the ‘best before’ without wondering which lasts longer, the bagged salad or you.   I’ve stayed alive, just waiting for the fruit to ripen because I went shopping on a good day and wanted to enjoy a green pear one last time.

Why won't you take me already.  Been ready for the past 2yrs. I'm just so tired. I want sleep and never wake up again. I miss us. 

Me destruir te la vida. Claro ya tenías 2 semanas de andar de novios con andy crimson. Ya eran oficial,  pero no habías terminado la relación conmigo. Hasta que explotas te por mensaje de Instagram  que se acabo. Estaba yo en mi regla , te había preguntado porque no habías comprado algunas cosas que puse en la lista del mandado.Que sabía que no teníamos snap y que cuesta mucho la comida. Porque...

Welcome to your anxiety attack. A short form exploration of the very visceral and disorienting world of living with severe anxiety and depression, the world’s biggest health problem. 

As a song writer,  most of my ideas come from experiences or from people I know who inspire me. Every now and then, though, I get 'channeled' into writing something that I have no idea where it comes from or why? This is one of those songs. This song hit me so hard it took me 2 days to capture all the vocals because I would get too emotional to sing. (Crying) 

  Hell is not a place it’s an experience. I’ve been to hell before. Have you suffered so much you’ve begged for death? My friend who wants to die once told me “ to live is to suffer”. I understand completely. The pain is unbearable. You want to end your life to end the pain. I’ve been there before, it’s not pretty. To refer to it as mere sadness is insulting. You don’t feel sad. You feel numb. ...

The supposedly, totally true tale of Porica, second wife of  Marcus Junius Brutus. Yes, that Brutus.   When Faire Porciachomped her charcoalsthe Romans applauded her piety,lining her stomachwith a stoked fire We’ve all done it,at least once,but she did it for BrutusOr because of,Or in spite of, or to spitewith each bite.But she probably didn’tbecause the flamewould go out, I thinkeven if she s...