This is an essay that I wrote on my experience with sharing my traumatic experiences people and learning that not everyone who calls you a friend, isn't really a friend.

In this, we go over the topic of Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). It's not easy to live with and I hope this helps you or someone you know!

A poem on how looking in the mirror at myself has made me feel and slowly climbing out out that deep and dark viewpoint.

This first poem is called "Fractured Mirrors" in this poem I talk about what the mirror can not physically say, but we feel it what it says and it stings

I hope you learn something for this, because all of my notes and more will be about mental health so that everyone can learn something new!

This is a dive into a life with BPD and NPD. With my personal experience with it and how it can make life harder while you struggle to help yourself slowly.

I walked into the hospital to give birth, but the woman I was never left. Because there was meth in my system, my humanity was stripped away. I was ignored while hemorrhaging, dismissed while screaming, and ultimately cut open while fully conscious. I felt every slice of the blade as the doctors joked and butchered me, later accusing me of overdosing when my body was actually shutting down from neglect. I survived, but only by waking up in a version of reality that feels fractured and strange. This is a story of medical abuse, addiction stigma, and the silent punishment of mothers who are left to bleed because they were deemed "unworthy" of care. I am the one who made it out to tell the truth. "They didn't see a patient; they saw an addict. And they let me die for it."

Is my body really my enemy? this poem is about the possibility of not being able to carry my own child.

This essay is about a girl who is caught between two worlds as she struggles to come to terms with her own past. She doesn't know whether she's normal or just a glitch in society...but really, what's normal anyway?

Weekend drinking turned to Thirsty Thursdays, margaritas for Taco Tuesdays, "why not" Wednesdays. One to two drinks a night turned to three to five. Soon, it was everyday, a drink prepared for each hour once home. A drink prepared for the work day.

I live in a Mirror World. My memory doesn’t just store facts; it saves high-fidelity "Sims" sequences complete with sound, texture, and emotional metadata. I can still "load" the tactile feel of a toy from when I was five months old. But on May 12th, 2025, my internal "System Administrator" hit a catastrophic error: I had a stroke. Now, I’m an experienced pilot navigating life as a "Geriatric Toddler," trying to reconnect with my left arm—affectionately known as "Lefty"—by forensic auditing forty years of sensory archives. Between the overwhelming noise of ADHD and the vivid archives of Hyperphantasia, I write to "downsample" the chaos into clarity. Step inside the Mirror World to see how I’m rebuilding my code, one sensory file at a time.

If you read my last article, Super Greens: Are They Really the Next Wellness Miracle?, you would have seen that I questioned what gut health was. Well, why not look into it and see if it's fact? I want to go over what gut health is, what it affects in the body, and how we can take better care of it.

Isolation poses a threat to the sense of safety. Silence, when not reckoned with, is one's worst enemy. Scarcity on the other hand? Scarcity Is the threat. It applies to all and defines much.

This is a letter I wrote to my younger self that I was going to submit into a writer's contest until I got hit with a "This contest has a fee". I still want to put it out there.

this note is going to be about personal growth and how to have a healthy lifestyle that keeps you going!!

You thought you were done with that pattern. The wound you healed, the lesson you learned, the therapy bills you paid. Done. Moving forward. And then it shows up again. Different face, same gut-punch feeling. Same old story whispering that nothing's changed and all that work was expensive self-delusion. Here's what nobody tells you: healing doesn't move in straight lines. It spirals. You're not going backward—you're meeting the same issue from a different level, with different tools, as a different version of yourself. The ancient yogis knew this. They built it into everything. Samsara isn't just reincarnation—it's patterns cycling until you wake up enough to meet them differently. This pathworking takes you into the mythological Spiral Grove where trees remember every version of you who walked this path before. You'll meet your guide at the spiral tree's center and discover what this returning pattern has actually been trying to teach you. Because you're not stuck.

The fear of medical professionals .... Due to broken promises start at only 13 when I lost my dad due to cancer

With heartfelt gratitude, I bid you all a sincere farewell. As I pen this last message, I reflect on our shared journey and the connections we've forged. Though our paths may diverge, the memories we've created will forever resonate within my heart.

Today was challenging as I reflected on my interactions with friends. I felt hurt and manipulated, sensing that some of my social circle has been taking advantage of my kindness. The recurring patterns of bullying and disrespect have left me feeling emotionally drained and questioning the authenticity of these relationships.

We love pretty things… until we see what’s beneath the surface. This is a piece about what really destroys a girl — and it’s not what you think.