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ladylava33's Letters

Ashley Rivera

Sharp edges—sides you don’t see when you have OCD

That uncertain feeling of being out of place,
It wakes me up in an anxious head-space.
It starts to resurface again, the repetitive nature of my thoughts pounding in my brain.
The onslaught of thoughts screech like an incoming train.

Seeking something outside of myself to bring me back to reality.
My mind races faster than the speed of light,
I…read more

Ashley Rivera

A little note reminding that it’s okay to ask for help

Trembling inside,
Without fail, my brain is at it again.
The memories burn a hole right through me.
My identity has been stolen.
The person I was has left the scene.

Losing sense of self just adds to the trauma.
I can’t ignore the stream of abuse that I unleash on myself.
I fall into the trap of creating needless drama and
Feeling helpless c…read more

Ashley Rivera

Coiled Limits— A poem about recognizing your limits when relationships test them

You cut me deep with that comment.
All I heard was a bunch of word vomit.
We clashed, I just wanted to dash.
You wrote me off in a flash.

I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere because you wouldn’t meet me halfway.
All you wanted to do was blaze.
When you want nothing more than to be heard,
It just comes across and twisted words.

I felt utterly ign…read more

Ashley Rivera

Poem about the confusion and madness that comes from abusive relationships

Butterflies in my stomach, teeth are clenching.
I’d rather be in any place but this.
When you can’t read between the lines, it’s maddening.
My mind keeps doing backflips.

Am I missing something?
You break your back trying to prove your point.
My patience is wearing thin and narrowing.
Your responses go as far as to disappoint.

Every time I ope…read more

Ashley Rivera

Keeping Score

Narrowing it down to one word: Depleted,
My OCD gets me so heated.
I’ve withstood other traumas before,
But this one just keeps keeping score.

The agony of repeating the same set of words,
Cuts deeper than any sharp-edged sword.
It’s mysterious shadow looms over my head.
Its hunger is never satisfied, enough said.

If only I could stay out of the…read more

Strength of a Thousand Suns

Telling me to love myself is like telling me to hide from myself.
I interpret it differently because it’s a foreign concept to me.
I know I have the capacity to love, yet the truth is, my inner demons are no help.
I create a mystery that can’t be solved, in depth, it just won’t let me be free.

If I could rid myself of self-defeating talk, I’d b…read more

Ashley Rivera

Caged Bird & Rebirth

I have a mental block when you push me too much.
Your words really pack a punch.
My sorrows are hidden deep within me.
Your emotional capacity is locked up and you threw away the key.

I feel like a caged bird trying to avoid a sneak attack.
All it takes is one more straw to break the camel’s back.
My emotional buttons aren’t meant to take thi…read more

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OCD, Depression, and Me

Been on this battlefield for as long as I can remember,
Hits hard the more I fight to forget the thunder.
It ruptures my thoughts and every vital sign I have left,
Old feelings resurface like being a victim of theft.

Collecting all the answers I’ve been looking for,
Only to find myself begging for more.
I try to muster up the energy to w…read more

Ashley Rivera

Sense Stress—a poem about redefining struggle as hope

She burdens herself with excess stress.
All she wants is to keep up the pace.
Personal growth is subjective at best,
Not letting her purpose go to waste.

She stands on the edge of a mountain cliff.
She knows her only enemy is when her mood shifts.
The empty feeling only compounds the distraught thoughts.
There’s hope in her corner, so her a…read more

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