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In The Spotlight.
I’m standing center stage and I quickly look to my left, there she is. I caught a glimpse of her standing in the wings. Only for a moment though, I see a version of myself that everyone, including myself, hates. She is catty, and undeniably rude. She thinks weight and status mean more than heart…
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Knock Knock
I wish someone could have dropped it off at my door. The piece to fill the void. A filter to make it bright again. A passion worth living for. A love that ignites. I wanted the answers handed to me. I wanted this ‘thing’ to find me. It is not out there dear. It will…
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Kiddie Pool
The first time I wished I was dead I didn’t even know what dying was. I remember lying in about seven inches of tepid hose water among the floating blades of grass getting tangled within my curly hair. Underneath the shallow water my fingers glided over the texture of the dirt beneath the white plastic,…
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No Soul, No Shadow
Shadows were always dancing with us. Shadows danced on blood-stained walls from nights Xanax sent his fist through the wall. Shadows also danced on the hospital walls from the night you drove me to the ER. But where there is no soul there is no shadow. I recall my college years now and weep knowing…
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Girl You Gotta Love Yourself
“Girl you gotta love yourself!” This seems to always be the answer but what happens when self hatred has been silently eating away at me similar to a relentless cancer since I was old enough to have a thought. I would love to encourage those around me to love themselves but who am I to…
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Waiting
Sometimes I question if there’s one single piece of thread that holds together the fabric of life so tightly. I wait for an answer. Looking back, I have always questioned a lot but that was before I knew I could be patient. I’d have a day and feel on top of the world, I couldn’t…
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Draw Your Sword
Holding my head in my hands, outpouring warm tears. It’s not just me anymore. They are coming. The urge to self harm and restrict. “I know you want to. Do it. Be in control for once Jesus.” Always their first remarks. Never their last. Louder now, they remind me of how blades and starvation feel.…
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Valentine’s Day
His brown eyes opened For once I am seen His soft words protect me From inner voices of mine so mean A shining spotlight of safety He never stops searching We’re face to face now But my monsters are still always lurking He has given me a new weapon Aiding the war in my mind …
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The Urge
Sometimes I can feel it Boiling urges beneath my feet I dig in my heels Settle deeper into my seat Not this time I exclaim I rebuke the power you once withheld My chains undone I now know of a peace unparalleled Two hundred and twenty five days ago Lost looking up from the hell…
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Pink Follows Me
Pink follows me Single mother Landlord approved paint colors Gesture to give the kid something Bubblegum, just what I wanted Plaid uniforms or Sunday’s best Young girls gossip Comparable to ringleaders and circus animals Hot barbie pink looks great with animal print Seventeen in the summer Texas heat waves linger with the music Sway with…
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Hello all, my name is Madyson Hughling.
I am a 24-year-old who has BPD, TRD, OCD, and CPTSD.
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