eff-eminate rage

Healing hurts. And the world likes to cookie cut it. Selling us actual crap we don't need.

I scream and no one hears.

There's not enough pain creams for all the aches that I feel. Maybe I am bitter, a bitch, and too much. However, being all that — is enough for me.

You want the truth? The wellness industry is not well.

People scheme and manipulate to get ahead, they whisper behind close doors instead of addressing the issues to the people at hand — and it makes me physically ill.

No one will understand what it’s like to be in your shoes, except you. And lately, it feels like people are being socialized to care LESS and LESS. The lesson of empathy is an individual quest.

To be kind, not “nice”, kind, is imperative. I am tired of the weight of the world in my pocket black mirror screen.

For a while I was destroying myself because it quieted the voices.

Hugs from loved ones felt like a gust of wind, instead of a steady embrace.

IT’S NOT MY JOB TO TEACH THOSE WHO ARE:

• UNKIND

• AND UNABLE TO LISTEN.

IT IS MY JOB TO LIVE MY EXAMPLE, AND BE KIND, DESPITE THE DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA PERPETUATING UGLY.