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  • Benjamin Fuller shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 10 months ago

    Oh Raven

    Oh raven you foul omen
    Singing your song again and again
    Your wretched melody
    Humming through the wind
    Beating against my eardrum
    Slowly shredding against the red thread of fate
    Perched on my shoulder as you patiently wait
    Watching as the thread is continually thinned
    Sitting there, just singing your perish song
    Wishing to drag us both to a place where I do not belong
    Oh how long shall you beckon?
    Oh how long shall your song peck away at the worms crawling under my flesh?
    Your damnable whisper, so gentle and somber,
    Yet with every verse I feel the air growing crisper
    Every score eats away at my sanity
    Unraveling the very fabric of who I am, as you continue singing note after note
    Never satisfied until the day I drag a knife across my throat
    But raven, do you not see?
    Oh raven, surely you must know that I shall not allow your symphony to be the death of me?
    For now I beseech you to harken unto the joyous song which I sing
    Praise unto the Resurrected King
    The Divine Dove, who flew down from heaven above
    Simply to grace me with His merciful love
    Now the hope of salvation is within my reach
    So away with your song of deprivation, oh raven
    For now is the time for you to suffer my hymn
    As I relentlessly give all glory and honor unto Him
    May this sound be a torment, may your face be made grim
    By the chords of a man now restored by righteousness’ blood
    Because He has taken me by hand and risen me from dust to make me a king,
    He has placed His Spirit within me, like placing on my finger, a ring
    I am the beloved of Christ
    Therefore I refuse to let you deceive me into thinking I am anything less
    Oh, let this song be my shield as I sing it again and again
    Now away with you raven, for you are nothing more than a foul omen.

    Donald M. Clyde

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  • Miracle Dixon shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 10 months, 2 weeks ago

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    Suicide

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  • Melinda Stone shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 10 months, 3 weeks ago

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    This morning, I woke up, and we were out of juice.

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  • Sarel Hines shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months ago

    Silent Pleas

    Behind the mask, no face to find,
    A trick of mind, ‘neath sun that’s kind,
    Yet rain pours down within the soul,
    Where hidden truths take their toll.

    “Get up, get on, you’ll be alright,”
    The lies they tell ease the plight.
    A crown once worn, now tipped and slanted.
    Society’s stigma, harsh and untrue.

    “Go out, be free,” they say, unaware,
    That solitude’s chosen over despair.
    In sorrow’s depth, alone you wallow,
    While unseen, in code, for help you call.

    Attention sought? Not even a hand to hold,
    A listening ear, as your story’s told.
    Over and over, being told “You’ll be okay,”
    But will they listen, or just turn away?

    Until the end, when all is read,
    And in the paper, your name is led.
    Will they see then, what they missed before,
    Or just a picture, nothing more?

    S.B. Hines

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    • This is so well-written and powerful. I am sorry you have felt both unheard and dismissed. Your feelings are valid. If you are ever feeling sad, check out our resources page, theunsealed.com/resources. There are free resources for help. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren

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  • Rachel Milligan shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months ago

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    Healing side of Mental Health

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  • Rachel Milligan shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months ago

    Healing

    Healing can feel 2 paths
    The one with all the rocks
    And the one with the steps to the mountain
    The flowers that bloom for every little accomplishment
    Finding the things that work for me
    The constant therapy appointments
    The constant doing things alone
    Finding the peace with the sun
    The peace with the birds and the breeze
    The walking up on another chance
    Another day
    Closer to where I want to be
    Closer to the northern lights
    Closer to the place where nature is the most beautiful
    Where the leaves stop falling
    Where your so at peace
    That nothing or nobody takes that away from you again

    Rachel Milligan

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    • I think it takes a lot to find what in life helps you cope and makes you feel better. It is a constant journey on how to keep ourselves as balanced as possible. But the journey is worth it. It takes a lot of courage and self-awareness, so be proud of yourself. Thank you for sharing and for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren

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  • Jennifer West shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 1 weeks ago

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    Sick and Twisted

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  • Amanda Henderson shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 1 weeks ago

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    Breaking me

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  • Kaylee Field shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 1 weeks ago

    Body Dysmorphia

    I wonder what it must be like
    to have a normal self-image.
    To not be swallowed up by body dysmorphia,
    Stealing away every opportunity that comes.

    I wonder what it must be like
    to show up just as you are,
    Instead of avoiding and hiding away,
    So not to be seen the way that you are.

    What a relief it would be
    To look in the mirror and not see an enemy.
    To not want to throw up at the sight,
    Of the body that serves me every day

    To not want to shatter the mirror into pieces,
    As if it makes me go away.
    To glance at my reflection in a window,
    And not startle at the monster staring back.

    I wonder what it would be like
    To not pick myself apart,
    And chip away any self-esteem left,
    Just to convince myself of how bad I am.

    What a relief it would be,
    To have it be the last thing I’m worried about.
    To feel good enough to chase a dream,
    Even just good enough to participate.

    To allow myself to feel excited,
    Without the side conversations in my head.
    The intrusive thoughts that shatter me
    And suffering caused by distortion.

    What it must be like
    To wake up in the morning and not worry
    About what new perceived image
    You will have in the reflection this time.

    To not be obsessed and compulsive.
    To not base my activities around
    How I feel about myself
    To not be restricted.

    I wonder what life I’d have
    If I didn’t restrain myself from it.
    To break free from the prison of my mind
    That holds me chained against my will.

    The disorder has me in a chokehold,
    And there is no release.
    I am in an endless battle with my mind,
    And I wish I could just be free.

    How does it feel
    To not be restricted by behavior
    That stops you from leaving your house?
    Repetitive, agonizing, panicky behavior

    What a relief it would be, to just be.

    Kaylee Field

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  • Darnel LaFrance shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 2 weeks ago

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    the river

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  • everything andnothing shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 2 weeks ago

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    Botox

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  • Tracie Sperling shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 2 weeks ago

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    The Gambler

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    GROWING UP (C)OLD

    I grew up in a world where you were to be seen, but not heard.

    I grew up in a world of “do as I say, not as I do”.

    I grew up in a world where it was unacceptable to cry lest you be ostracized for being weak or girlish. Unless, of course, you were being beaten, as crying was encouraged.

    I grew up in a world where blue is for boys and pink is for girls, or everything is either black or white. There is no color spectrum in between.

    I grew up in a world where presenting habits, preferences, mannerisms, speech, and style that is not in line with masculine stereotypes meant you are less than a man.

    I grew up in a world of preselected choices and rejection of uniqueness. Rebellion was disrespect. How dare I be different?

    I grew up in a world where you could be a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant, an engineer, or a banker. You could not choose to be an artist or a musician…those were hobbies, not careers.

    I grew up in a world of obligations and not choice.

    I grew up in a world where I learned to survive by hiding in plain sight though conformance, silence, and camouflage.

    I was not of that world, but I complied and conformed to avoid the shame and stigma of being different.

    I grew up cold.

    And one day I realized I escaped that world physically, but never mentally.

    How could I unlearn survival? How would I shed the things that protected and kept me safe all those hidden years.

    How would I drown out shame when it has the loudest voice in my head? How could I escape the prison of my mind?

    How could any small, tenuous steps of liberation become a full hearted sprint toward happiness when I am weighted down by so much baggage? When would the wings of freedom sprout strong enough to carry me away?

    And thus time passed as I struggled to unlearn my upbringing. I tried to suppress these teaching while raising my own children. I succeeded in some ways and failed in many others.

    I now grow old knowing that what I was taught is as wrong today as it was back then.

    I now grow old allowing myself to be the person I always was, from the beginning.

    I now grow old and have to account to no one but myself and those I love.

    I now grow old learning to forgive myself and to humbly ask for forgiveness from those I have hurt.

    I now grow old understanding that to fully demonstrate love to others, I must first have learned to love and accept myself.

    I now grow old endeavoring to live a better, more authentic life.

    I now grow old realizing I have been reborn as my true self, loving art and music, being gentle and caring, crying when I want to cry, wearing what I want to wear, loving black and white and all the colors in between, and understanding that being different is not something to be hidden or ashamed of…

    And this alone has warmed my once young, cold heart.❤️

    Ricardo Albertorio

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    • Ricardo, This is a beautiful piece. I will be featuring it in today’s (July 1) newsletter. I am so happy you were able to let go of the restrictive thoughts that you were brought up with and free yourself to live a more authentic life. Your courage and wisdom are quite inspiring. Thank you for sharing and for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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      • Thank you, Lauren…it means a lot to me. I actually wrote this piece as a letter to my children in hopes they could gain a little understanding of who I was when I raised them and who I am today. My daughter said it made her incredibly sad but also incredibly happy at the same time. My son isn’t ready to read it yet, and I respect that. All I kno…read more

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  • kimwrites submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the futureWrite a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years ago

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    Lifeboat

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 years ago

    PAIN

    No pain, no gain

    Still holds true

    For biceps and exes

    To name just a few

    How does it feel

    When pain leaves the heart?

    A weight off your shoulders,

    A race ‘bout to start?

    But pain is evidence of life

    And why should you be spared?

    I know it’s easier to go numb

    Than feeling lonely, feeling scared

    But let pain come and let it go

    For only growth comes after

    And transformation can begin

    When bitter tears turn into laughter

    Ricardo Albertorio

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    • Someone was on our show recently and she had a lot of trauma in her life. She’s really doing well now, and I asked her what her turning point was…

      She essentially said that she had to break down to rise up. She had feel the pain to heal it.

      Sending hugs. <3 Lauren

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  • Dear Little Me

    I know you’re thinking about who you will become & what you will do.
    Little me, know that it’s all up to you.

    Know that sometimes things will get rough.
    People might tell you that you are not tough.
    Little me, know that you’re more than enough.

    I know that the future can make you worry.
    Life passes so quickly that it can be blurry.
    Little me, know that there’s no need to hurry.

    You have time to figure out your career, 
    so remember to always just let God steer.
    Little me, with Him, there’s no need to fear.

    There’s no need to fear the unknown,
    before you know it, you’ll be all grown. 
    Little me, you won’t have to do it alone.

    Life will be hard, but don’t be scared.
    You’re not alone, I am always right there.
    Little me, I promise I’m not going anywhere.

    Liz Medina

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    • Liz, thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. We’re all in a hurry to “be someone” but the best thing to do is have faith that it’s all unfolding the way it should rather than trying to control everything. You encapsulated these thoughts so poetically, and I’m sure so many people can relate to them as we navigate life’s unknowns.. and yes, in…read more

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      • Hi Juvi, thank you for your kind words. I definitely felt like a rush to be someone when I should’ve given myself some time & had faith. Grateful for you as well. <3

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    • Liz, this piece is so sweet. I feel the love and comfort and maturity in your voice. That little girl grew into a strong and kind woman. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • Dear little me...

    Dear little me,
    I am stopping by to say:
    “You no longer have to carry the heavy stuff; I am here now.”
    The things that concern you about the future, are being worked out and in favor of your purpose. Worry not! The character traits that you think are your weaknesses turn out to be your strengths and little lady you’ll develop quite a knack for playing to your strengths. Your uniqueness has been the most uncomfortable part of your childhood/adolescent years and yet will be the very thing that has a positive impact on every room you enter in your adult life. Even the parts of you that struggle with the complex nature of your emotions and being vulnerable with others, find a way to be so transparent that it’ll become your most powerful tool for growth and development. You lack the ability to see your inner beauty because you are not confident in your external appearance. However, this is soon to be counteracted by your love for individualism and fashion. Then enhanced by your spiritual practice of accepting yourself at every stage and season of your life. Falling in love with your mind will do wonders for your level of communication and understanding self. Therefore, understanding others better. The fear that you’ll be lazy or unproductive is a complete myth in the future. You hold the title of “Jill of all trades” and at a point in your life, you wear roughly three different hats a day. Every goal you set out to accomplish, you execute. Be not so hung up on deadlines. ALL happens in proper timing. No need to worry. In the future you find it in your heart to celebrate the life of your mother opposed to being consumed by the pain of her passing. You learn to be grateful for everything you have in advance and the balance of every season because you find acceptance of your favor. As the saying goes, “To whom much is given, much is required.” You grow into a conscious, accountable, wise, intentional and highly creative young woman. Worry not my love, you are a warrior!
    I Love You….
    Though you don’t always feel loved, know that I love you!

    Porsha O.M.George

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    • Porsha, what a moving letter to your younger self! I think we all could have used those encouraging words growing up, to let us know that it’s okay to be our unique selves and not to worry so much about the future. The love you give to your younger self is the grace we all need to move confidently as adults. Thank you for sharing and being a part…read more

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      • Thank you Juvi! Abundant gratitude! Encouragement truly does give light and perspective. I am so filled with so much warmth and appreciation being in this space!

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    • Wow. This is such an insightful and moving piece. Thank you for sharing.

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  • Dearest To 8 Year Old Ellie

    No one saw you stare out that window
    And lose yourself in the wind-
    They never noticed those blades for nails
    You replaced to survive while
    Replacing such horrors from your fairy tales
    It is your escape now, and you’ll understand soon
    Those birds that nest in your bed
    Are vultures and they tear you to shreds;
    Just because they are blood does not mean you owe them love,
    A myth that is destroying you,
    You have every right to be confused and to cry
    In the arms of yourself when Mom’s not around
    That animal breaks all your bones,
    And while she wastes time out the house,
    Your fear is his throne;

    And while he cries wolf
    You lick your own wounds
    That doctor who should’ve protected you
    Feeds on your pain-
    Lovely girl, people are refusing to see all those
    Horrors inside your world
    Like the monsters that hide under a child’s bed when they sleep
    Though it would always be a dream,
    For you this is different
    And people aren’t who they claim to be
    The one in your closet is real
    And it’s scary
    And you’re anything at all but the cage of a word “crazy”
    I know that your memory is hazy
    Just know that doing nothing to stop it
    Does not make you lazy
    Oh Ellie, it makes you stronger than diamonds
    And shinier than gold
    And brighter than the shooting stars you wish upon
    And a price that can never be sold;

    You pray every night that those monsters that
    People call blood are nothing but
    Swordsman with the kindest of words
    You make sure to name every name of these people-
    Who claim that they love you,
    And Baby Girl, I hate to break it to you-
    But love does not mean begging for forgiveness,
    And it doesn’t mean letting him have his way with you,
    And it doesn’t mean accepting that maybe you’re worthless,
    Because you are anything but this
    Ellie, your light is so much bigger than
    You dare to understand
    It makes sense that you throw it away
    Don’t blame yourself for feeling cold
    You lose yourself in the plaster above you
    Because it’s all you’ve ever known;

    Ellie my dearest,
    You’re a princess in shining armor
    Etched in perfection
    It’s not their business what lives beneath that skirt-
    And please do not blame yourself for
    Not knowing why this is happening
    And when they tear at your gowns
    Just know it is FAR from flattery
    You are beautiful and chosen
    The fabric of life that you’ve woven
    And the seams that they’re ripping with ease
    And with greed and while crying
    They destroy your castle of a body
    Ellie, you’re not a temptation at 8 years old
    You were also never asking for it
    You were just doing what you were told;

    And Ellie my love,
    Your lips were crafted to bring judgment
    Speak poetry
    Sing sonnets-
    Your hands were made to paint murals
    Build castles

    Change planets-
    Your mind has been gifted to hail justice
    Fight fire
    Love endless-
    Ellie I promise you this:
    It is going to be okay,
    Someday you’ll be safe,
    You’ll get it when you’re 20 years old,
    And you only have the animals to blame.

    Sincerely, You from The Future

    Eliana Montondon

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    • Elaina, I want to give you a big hug! You are so strong for reclaiming your experience and this prompt really allows you to fortify the young girl that needed protection and love. I’m sure sharing this wasn’t easy, so I thank you for your bravery. Shine on, Elaina <3 Juvi

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    • Ellie, I am so very sorry to read what happened to you. But wow you are so strong and I, too, want to give you a hug. This line is so powerful, “You are beautiful and chosen
      The fabric of life that you’ve woven.”

      Keep stepping into your life and away from the darkness. Sending hugs. Thank you for sharing and for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren

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  • vhairstudio submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the futureWrite a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years ago

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    Dear Younger Me

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  • Growing Pains

    Hello, 
    Little girl with a dream & a hope for a better tomorrow:
    I see you sitting there on the porch steps crying as your parents seem to be crashing down behind you. 

    One thing that you don’t get told enough is that you are bright, you are smart & that you are beautiful but most importantly…. 
    You have the rest of your life ahead of you. 

    I understand that this life does seem like a strange dream indeed & that sometimes it feels like there are two strangers inside of that house fighting but I see you holding everything in your arms that you’ve held onto for all of these years so far… 

    A pink rabbit, well worn at the face with so much love that you’ve carried her with you & you named her Pinky many years ago. 

    When the screaming gets louder, just hold her tighter. Allow her to soak up your tears when you don’t have a shoulder to cry on. 

    As you go through life you’re going to face the turbulence between your parents & you will learn what it’s like to feel the room before even stepping into it. 

    Take everything for what it is but never identify with any of it because these are all just growing pains my love. 

    What doesn’t kill you tonight will make you stronger tomorrow, 
    I promise, Rocky. 

    The day will come when you put Pinky on the shelf for the final time & you will pull out your pen & you will bleed out everything on paper that this life has inflicted upon you through pain & agony, generational curses, but only you have the power to change your own outcome oh young eager mortal who just yearns to learn more about life, God & what it all even means. 

    One day, you will be able to walk through those same flames that are behind you right now & you’ll be able to acknowledge reality for what it truly is & you will look into the flaming eyes of those demons without backing down or feeling triggered.

    You will find your own fire within those flames & you will find your voice to speak your own truth. 🖤🔥

    Roxanne Barrett

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    • Roxanne, sometimes the people closest to us are the ones who hurt us the most. I can tell from your writing that that is what you’re reckoning with and I commend you for sharing what that must have been like for your younger self. I love how you reinforced the idea that you are smart and beautiful and have so much to offer the world. No matter…read more

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    • This line was my favorite! Take everything for what it is but never identify with any of it because these are all just growing pains my love. It reminded me of the Four Agreements-Don’t take anything personally. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece

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    • Wow! I feel you are rising and your power is coming through at the end. I am sorry about your difficult childhood, but it really feels like you have become your own hero. And that is amazing! <3 Lauren

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