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Hello Everyone,

I am so happy that you are here sharing my world with me. In turn I hope to hear your stories one day as we build up the dopest microcommunity ever manifested. I want to start the whole wave off by explaining why my last blog post was three months ago!

I have recently redipped my toe into the insane sphere of social media after being immersed in a cocoon of seasonal depression that had me showering once a month and wearing the same sweatpants for an entire menstrual cycle.

SHIT is REAL out here.

I have decided to face my anxiety about participating in the cesspool that is the innanet because first of all I need access to memes about depression and anxiety. Those give me warm and fuzzy feelings.

Second of all this masquerade ball that we are bopping around in and calling it LIFE, this shitshow that is being churned out everyday, it is KILLING people. Suicides are just a part of the everyday struggle and we need to really stop for a moment and analyze why. I have struggled with depression for almost my entire life and now at 38 years old I have found that I even though I get up 10 this life stage truly feels like I got knocked down 11 times. I am exhausted but I have to keep going somehow. Coping looks like me nurturing my art and creativity and not letting my spark go out. I have to keep shining like Rava, like a crazy lit diamond.

It truly concerns me that mental health and illnesses are becoming buzz words and yet another trend for corporations and online dummy movements to capitalize upon, to twist perceptions of reality until we are so far from the essence we feel eternally lost.

MENTAL ILLNESS IS NOT A HASHTAG. STOP.

Through my poetry and social commentary I hope to bring awareness about the private struggle that is living with a mental illness. To perceive reality through the fractured lens of a warped brain and nervous system is a gift and a curse. Sometimes, when I'm at my lowest I go back and I read my poems and I feel joyful and uplifted, I hope that you can find some relief here in my lyrical garden. If you are someone who loves someone struggling with mental illness, it can be confusing and disempowering. You want to make it all go away but the struggle is so individually REAL it's almost impossible. Hopefully you can find some inspiration here as there can be no solid guidelines, every mind is a universe.

Currently, we are having a field day with Aunt Becky being exposed as a total fraud. Everyday I have to double check if my timeline is an Onion headline or real life. That shit is terrifying. But guess what? You can't photoshop LIFE. The Emperor is not wearing any clothes and we are about to take a bite of the apple YA HEARD. Focus!

REAL EYES REALIZE REAL LIES. Trust NO ONE.
Thug Life MAKAVELI rest in Peace Tupac, still the realest.

Thank you so much for visiting my blog ONE LOVE

J.S

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