Crumbling nerve
On trembling knees
Unbinds what once we could not see
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I'm Hannah. I'm 21, and chaotically creative.
You can usually find me frustratedly hunched over some new craft I’m attempting, struggling to learn a new song on the ukulele, writing, drawing, singing, frowning or smiling at my camera depending on the success of my latest photo or video attempt, or sleeping.
Rifts
As evident from my previous post, I am trying this new thing of actually using my blog like a blog. E.g., posting things that are just life updates or inconclusive thoughts, and hoping that somehow they might actually serve some kind of purpose. This one’s about rifts politely ripping open between family members. …
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Breakdowns, Guts, and Snot
I am reading Secrets for the Mad: Obsessions, Confessions and Life Lessons by dodie. It is, among other things, very very much about mental health. My Grandpa asks me what I’m reading, so I show him the cover. “Are you mad?” he jokes, and I smile. Yes. By your standards, I am absolutely mad. …
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You Are Someone’s Light
This is sort of an extension or offshoot of my previous post (actually, the last line of this was the inspiration for my previous post, but I’d saved it as a note on my phone a few days prior to writing the real thing and completely forgot to put it back in). So yeah, maybe…
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Depression, Four Years Later ♡ A Message Of Hope
This is probably the most blog-like blog I’ve ever written. It’s not an essay, it’s not an opinion piece, it’s not a poem, it’s just an update on my life. And a promise for yours. Four years ago, when I was 15, I was hit with the worst wave of depression I’ve ever had. It…
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Autumn — Acrostic Poem
A chill arrives in one soft breath, carrying with it
the laughter of children, punctuated by the crunch of leaves…
Breathe — Acrostic Poem
4 Things To Remember If You Have a Chronic Illness
On days like this — when I try to keep moving, to not fall asleep a few hours after I’ve gotten up, to not waste the day — and fail . . . These are the days I am most prone to breaking. To believing that I will not get better. That I have no…
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Shouting Match — Poem
How I Became Happier By Giving Up Positive Thinking
I used to think that positive thinking never worked for me because I just wasn’t fully committed to it. I thought it must just be one of those mind over matter things where if you could absolutely, completely, convince yourself you were happy, you would be. And maybe that’s true, but let me tell you,…
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