Here we are. It’s 2017 and the stigma surrounded by mental illness is still here. I know it sounds so cliche, but we can’t conquer what we don’t confront. Many, many years ago mental illness was only referred to as “crazy” or “evil” and those with mental disorders were locked away in insane asylums because […]

via Why We’re Still Afraid to Talk about Mental Illness in 2017 — Mentally Empowered


Did you know? (TALK)

Did you know that “mental health” does not just refer to sickness?

It includes stress, and happiness, regularity.

Did you know that stress and other psychological issues can manifest in physical symptoms?

Ie. sleep problems (too much/ not enough/ difference in regularity), abnormal aches, persistent headaches, mild skin conditions, to name a few.

Did you know, right now, there are still so many people, young, old, men, women, who are scared of letting anyone know they are struggling, with stress, stereotypes, or admitting they aren’t healthy. Asking for help.

I bet you know the statistics that get thrown at you?

Suicide one of the highest killers in this country.

What not everyone knows is how it feels. Sure you get stressed or depressed, but EVERYONE experiences the same emotions differently. It is OKAY to feel happy, sad, alone, empty, but the worst thing we can do is not tell anyone, even a stranger over the phone. One of the worst things we can do is shut people out, or forget to create a safe place for someone to just talk.

The world revolves around communication. Just letting someone know you are there if they need, if there is ever anything you can do, don’t hesitate to tell. Just having safe environments has statistically reduced stress, and suicide, and opened communication and support networks for people struggling, with ANYTHING.

I choose you

In life we face highs and lows,

I choose you,

We struggle, battle, fight,

I choose you,

We often get sucked into the deepest of pits,

(Mentally, physically, metaphorically), 

I choose you,

There comes a day when we realise for ourselves,

That what everyone else told us is true,

I choose you,

We can’t do everything alone,

I choose you,

We need people to stand beside us and support us,

To be there when we can’t anymore,

To care, to simply care, to hug, to laugh, to be with,

I choose you,

To be a teammate in the amazing, tough game of life

I choose you.

You Have Been Chosen.

Do you ever..

Do you ever wonder to yourself…”what if’s”

Do you ever look into someone specials eyes and see how they see you

Do you ever get excited for the future


Do you ever look back on yourself and feel proud of where you are now vs back “then”

Do you ever contemplate the universe

Do you ever get stuck in your demons


Do you ever get scared to ask for help

Do you ever forget where I am


Dear superman,

Lois knows you adore her. She knows you trip over yourself, and become an awkward mess inside just like Clark. 

Yet she still let’s herself become vulnerable with you, because she knows your you either way superman or Clark, your super.

 Your not just super because you have power or a title, your super because you let her be there at your worst, most awkward times, and then she gets to see you become that amazing person everyone see’s you be. 

Yes, it’s true, but also know….it’s the same for her too. 

At the end of the day, you get to wake up together, don’t forget to remember the little things.


What If?

What if I saw you again?

What if we sat outside that little pub by the water all night….dreaming beyond the stars?

What if our hearts wouldn’t let go of each others hands?

What if I never saw you again…

I don’t think I could bear it.

Your lips on mine caressing, 

Flesh dancing upon each other, 

Fingers intertwined, 

Warmth radiating through hearts, minds, 


Its odd, feeling, when your mixed, so mixed up you can’t pin point one specific emotion,

You don’t just warm my lips or my hands, 

Your thawing my heart, 

Standing proud and protective as I fix myself (ourselves).

For our sakes I just hope we don’t fall to fast, 

Fall off this road, loose ourselves, life is but an adventure,

We endeavour to ride it together          Xxx

1, 2,3….

One, Two, Three,

There’s ice in the halls,

Bugs on your knee,

They’ll make you scream,

Make you flee.


One, Two, Three,

One day you will see,

The girl in the hall,

Plain, So small.


One, Two, Three,

Noise, the key,

One, Two, Three,

What will I be?


Slits like eyes,

Claws for paws,

Drip, drip, drip,


Claws scar the halls,

She falls, she falls,

Glowing orbs,

Stalk you in the night.


One, Two, Three,

I am ready,

Fluffy as can be,

One, Two, Three,

Can’t catch me..




Don’t stop,

Keep doing what you’re doing.

Dodge, push, breathe, release,

harder, faster, falling.

Eyes, swallowing you,

consumed by darkness,


Breathe! In! Out!

Calm once again.

Minds revel in their peace once again… for how long?


One step, two step, thr…………

“Save me” (More writing)

Winds whipped, poisoning her skin pink,

eyes dared her,

voices louder, coaxing, screaming, desperate

“-ump! Don’t jump!”

Salt flowing, cascading onto the stained red, scarring soft flesh.

Tackled by warmth, her orbs dull, refused to divert from their path as she fell. Harshly impacting onto….flesh?

opening her orbs once again, (that she didn’t realise she had closed) they spy a body.

‘That would explain the warmth.’

Arms wrapped around her, imprisoning her against him.

“Don’t leave me, I don’t know what I would do without you”

Pulling back, matching her orbs, salt free-flowed down their faces as he cooed sweet nothing’s to her.

Finally, tears blurring her vision, she buries her face into his chest, gripping his inviting warmth closer…

“Never again will you feel this way if I can help it…”


What is love?

The idea?

The feeling?

Realistically, it is in-definable.

Subjective to the person, the situation.

Love is just that,

it is not always what you want it to be,

it is always what you need it to be.

It is uncontrollable, but relationships,

they take effort, to grow and change, together.

That feeling you get when all you can do is think of how they are,

looking forward to waking up to them,

their eyes, reading them, loving them,

caring for them.

Being in love, gives you that mutual eternity of annoyances,


However, it also gives so much more.


That complete feeling that nothing and no-one else gives you.

Seeing yourself through their eyes,

reflecting, giving parts of yourself to that person,

just to see their smile.

Doing nothing, and still having the best time ever.


Love is choosing to brave the storms together,

because, they are who they are,

they are a whole new​ kind of beauty to you,

a beauty, that you did not know could take your breath away,

a beauty, that you did not know you could live without.

Love is uncontrollable.

Staying in love…

now that’s the hard part