How strange our brains our

My inner monologue controls my life. This is me. I can’t begin to comprehend how quiet and peaceful some people are inside their minds. I can listen to several songs at once, in my head, out loud, my mind runs like an infinity pool of strange thoughts which occasionally trigger an emotional response causing a

Sleepless

Why won’t my brain catch up with my body My eyes are heavy I need the sleep My mind starts singing or over thinking things I try to count Think of a pitch black space to darken the brightness in my head Thoughts rebel and put a disco on instead It’s like my minds on

Can’t sleep

Because my mind refuses to stop singing, ‘ GET THIS PARTY STARTED’ by Pink. I’ve not even heard this song for ages, maybe it was on an advertisement or maybe this is the start of a migraine, pain medication or stress; but I guarantee by the early hours I’ll be sick of this song. I’ll

Let it go

I realised I’ve been holding onto so much. Thoughts, opinions, things that are none of my concern because other peoples actions aren’t my issue and their thoughts their own not mine. I’m letting it all go, I don’t care because it’s none of my business too. I am only responsible for what I think and

What Am I

I can be solid and liquid Creatures dwell inside me Men take from me I give life and take it away I have a natural power I can be calm and raging I am connected to the Moon.

Silence is Golden

Not all the times of course, simple pleasure comes from sound. Silence of the mind however is worth more than any gold. Being able to turn off the internal monologue and chatter, such a beautiful thing to do. To be completely at peace. I’m working on this but it eludes me. Eventually I actually end

5am

I made a mistake. I ordered a pizza yesterday, it was amazing. I now have migraine, the pain isn’t too bad but I’m having auditory hallucinations, luckily not also visual and luckily again only music. This time to torment me it’s Fleetwood Mac, Go Your Own Way. I still have to take pain killers to

Teen nightmares

I’m not sure how to deal with this. When the nightmares are trauma related. There’s very little support for teens with PTSD. I’ve tried happy thoughts before sleep, taking control on dreams by telling her to see me their saving her, talking about them; nothing so far seems to work. So now I lie awake

The Funeral

The coffin gently lowered Earth awaiting its delight Petals scattered over as though to better scent the dead As mourning clothes are gathered Final prayers spoke Hands hold each other tightly Minds numb, limbs cold.

Migraine Season

It’s must be that time again Constant rear head pain Tingling of the skin Strangulation sensation Throbbing of temples Flashing auras Oh please take away this pain Take away the ear ache The feeling deaf and sleepiness