A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

Everyone is a Survivor is what I hope will become my story of dealing with mental illness. The first "part" is the rant that I thought up about why there is so much stigma and secrecy revolving around mental illness. This is a work in progress, so hopefully as time goes by this will become an inspiration for others to speak out about their mental illness. Always remember, you are not alone and you can always feel free to talk to me if you need someone to vent to. :)

It's all in words... and blood

What if everything you knew about yourself was a lie? Mildred "Mills" Millhatten had a good life: close-knit family, fantastic friends, decent grades and even a not-totally-annoying kid brother. You might say it was the best kind of ordinary. So nothing could have prepared her for being taken and cast into a strange, vicious world that she didn't know existed and has little hope of understanding. As a Bleeder - one whose lifeblood feeds the Nosferatu - her continued survival hangs ever in the balance. The creatures are keeping her alive because they believe her blood has mystical properties. Mills fears what will happen when they realize they are wrong. If she hopes to survive and discover who she truly is, she needs an ally. She needs to befriend the mysterious boy who's been secretly visiting her cell, even though he's destined to become a bloodthirsty monster. Because she lives in their world now, and if she doesn't do something fast, she's going to die in it too.

I write poems about depression. They're half fiction and half non-fiction. I hope you can relate and if you do please follow for more ( I follow back)

Hey guys this is my version of a story... hope you enjoy it. Its for all the kids out there like me who cut and feel worthless. Here it goes...... (P.S this isn't compleatly mine.. i stole some quotes from a friend... i give credit to her as well )

Yeah I changed it, get over it. Anyway its a song book so .. Yep like my songs then thanks I guess. Bleh