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Sara Johnson shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 7 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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sacred-chapeter shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 7 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months agoGET OUT OF MY HEAD!
James Kelloggget out of my head
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
10-19-24tears…
raindrops of my soul
offer silent words
words of…
pain
misery
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!thoughts…
turning gears
of you
a weight on my shoulders
of me
trapped in the shark cage
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!why can’t i be alone in my thoughts
why do you always have to invade them
i’ve peeled back the layers
the stench of you
left behind
makes me shed tears
an endless springi no longer wish
to be a kettle boiling over
i wish
for comfort and peace
to allow little boy blue
to rest
at ease with his… my… thoughtsin your countless acts of rape
you tried to take away my identity
you created an imbalance of power
you bound up my dreams
you held a gun to my head
who would have believed me
who will believe methey said they were sorry
sorry for what happened
they don’t need to be sorry
you need to wipe-away
the cloudy skies
bring my darkness
into the lightbut…
you don’t have the guts
you don’t have the capacity
you wallow in your own confusion
…your own sense of misguided despair
be a man (whatever that means)
stand-up for what you have doneGET OUT OF MY HEAD!
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James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months agocrossroads
James Kelloggcrossroads
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
10-15-24love is just one loop
in the emotional
and mental tapestry
that makes up
a romantic connection –
intimacy
passion
commitment –let us not forget eros
love and desire
the opposite of cupid
arousal
getting turned on
an overpowering craving
safety
and vulnerabilitysex is…
hunger
energy
excitement
openness
transparency
a way of giving love
pleasure trumping performancegrowing apart
responsibilities
and commitments
yanking in opposite directions
drifting
juggling
obligations
timein conflict
turmoil
unrelenting
a few minutes
not enough
stuck with the unresolved
unfinished business
seeking permission to grievesaying goodbye
looking for courage
to end it
to savor it — what was
looking forward
phases
changes
a rich and varied crossroads -
Tracy Pickell shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months, 2 weeks agoInfinite Meanings
Tracy PickellEvery day the search is so real
In obvious, yet often vague fashion
The path is forever passing through
Mirage and tangible peaks and valleysWhen molehills turn to mountains
When that oasis ahead offers nothing
Only barren and deserted ground
The insurmountable desire to fade becomes
An obstacle we struggle to overcomeEvery day the struggle is sincere
How to permeate and see beyond
Our perceived vision of that molehill
The lying mirage we cling to in hope
Of quenching that continuous thirst on the journeyStrive to find the meanings lying in wait
Infinite is their patience the meanings exists
While often not simple the reward is priceless
Knowledge is power and awareness the weaponSearch and struggle brings truth
Even if only your own to hold
Because at the end of every path we choose
Is a new one only you can walkKosmic_Kachina2469
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Tracy, I love this! How unique. Everyone makes their own choices in life and takes paths they choose from. Even through struggle and hardship, we find a way to make it and continue to better ourselves for the future. Beautiful poem!
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Thanks for your thoughts. It makes me happy if what I write touches even just one person. I do believe every moment we experience begins with a choice. And in every choice there is a meaning…a lesson. Those are what I seek. I often try in my writings to enlighten people to things of this nature. I believe everything happens for a reason.
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cigarette-daydreams shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months, 3 weeks agoYour nothing, my everything
CDRCI felt like my death is long overdue
I use to enjoy life when I was with you
Look into my eyes and what do you see
Just the leftover mess of what you made of meAs memories turn to lessons i look to see life in a new light
Fighting back my nature to not let my love turn to spite
Despite my best efforts i still was not enough
Tell me was what we had ever real or all just a bluffI gave you all i had in spite of my status
But despite all that you painted me red black and blue like i was your personal canvas
As i pick up the pieces of whats left of me
Will i finally find myself and be set free?-
Beautifully written, almost like a therapeutic release mind body and soul.
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Rowan, you are enough! You are perfect just the way you are and I hope you are starting to realize that. I am glad that you can find a little bit of peace in relaying your emotions through poetry. It can be very helpful to share through this instead of in an in-person conversation. We are all here for you if you need to talk ♥♥
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Keyoni Winkler shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 8 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Paige Walden shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 9 months agoWhat if I just Disappeared?
Paige WaldenInvisible. A wish that with each passing day the desire to become tethered with it grows. It was always my answer when I was asked, “What superpower would I choose given the chance?”
It was always invisibility. It’s a period where you are free from the confinements of reality, and everything that comes with it. Free from judgement from other people, free from inconvenience but also securing a safe space to truly be yourself.
Lately the story behind that spark, my desire, it derives from
unwanted attention, unwanted burdens, piling up, and weighing me down like unyielding cargo.It’s the attention through the eyes of a lustful man, stopping to stare at me while I work, making small talk when it’s clear I don’t want to be friends. His gaze, his voice were like spiders crawling into my skin, sending painless shockwaves of panic through my veins, like a mini earthquake racketing in my body.
It rippled my nerves with anxiety, taking my thoughts to a dark place, swearing to myself that I’ll never be caught in a dark alley with him, wishing I can disappear so his eyes and slimy smile can stop looking at mine.
There’s also life issues, and personal struggles, burdens like struggling to contain your emotions, because you feel too deeply, and now you’re putting yourself out there too much, or you take things the hard way, or you get told you’re too sensitive. You just feel TOO MUCH! It’s overwhelming, so much you start to feel drained in your heart, your soul, your spirit, and self worth.
The burden of it all, juggling life’s chaos, searching for balance, and all that jazz. I struggle everyday, trying to do enough so that I am a fully functional stable, healthy, human being.
A woman.Yes, snap out of it, Paige.You are more than this and who you are is better than this. You’re better than this.
Listen, I’ll be honest while I’m still going, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t take a toll on me.
And then I remember, one night, I painted a seamless life, an escapable vision, and a fruitless chase for it. A mirage that I will never obtain but always yearn for.
To be alive but invisible would be a kaleidoscope of possibilities, shifting and unfolding, basking in a beautiful, colorful life, relishing in a chance to live in peace, free from mental torment, and wallowing in the quiet stillness of a misty sanctuary, where the soul roam unseen.
It is a dream that I would die for.
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Paige, this is an incredible piece. You are so much more than others’ opinions of you. Being invisible may remove judgment, but you mean so much more than others’ opinions of you. You can define who you are, don’t let others do it for you. The Unsealed is here for you. ♥
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Thank you very much for your kind and thoughtful words Harper!!!
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Alex Grey shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 9 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Paige Walden shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 9 months, 3 weeks agoMidnight Solace
Paige WaldenIn the darkness, I’m alone, floating on a cloud of dreams,
where reality blurs and paints a picture of my mind dancing freely,
taking solace in the emptiness,
escaping the inevitable
to a void where struggles on all fronts
dissolve.To a single adult like me,
name any struggle you’re facing
and I can likely tell you
that I was there before coming here.
Still gonna be waiting for me
for when I get back though.God, it was serene, the feeling,
like being wrapped in a cozy blanket
on a cool night in your bed;
while your worries melted like butter
into a fleeting absence.And when there’s night,
there’s day,
and like the sun in the world,
yours will rise again in your mind,
which reminds me of
the one thing I always loved about
the darkness,
because in it there’s nothing there,
no light to illuminate
any harsh reality
or truth
waiting to cause havoc in
your heart and mind.And if it were up to me,
I’d manifest my thoughts into a person,
and kill it
so my mind can finally have peace.I’d stay in the darkness forever,
if that meant being free.-
Paige, this is a beautiful poem about finding solace and peace in our lives. We all share so many struggles, but somehow still feel alone at times. I love the lines “And if it were up to me, I’d manifest my thoughts into a person, and kill it so my mind can finally have peace.” Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had the power to do just that! Thank y…read more
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Yea that would be amazing !! Thank you again for your comment!!
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Shay Vogler shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 9 months, 3 weeks agoJust One More Chapter
Shay Vogler(I was inspired to write this just now at 11:34pm 8/27/24)
In the past, society has deemed mental health as a crisis or a “stigma” and if women showed any form of mental health issues, we were sanctioned to an asylum to live out the rest of our days. Some men as well. But, in 2024, mental health is still frowned upon. “Oh, what, in your life is so bad?” “No one will believe you.” “Your depression is just you being lazy.” etc…I have had the immense pleasure of working in the mental health field off and on for a very long time and I fall in love more every time I go back. It is not wrong to ask for help with your mental health. Forget about what your friends and family will say. Forget about what social media and film and television say about it. Just do not think for one moment that you do not deserve to be here. And every time you think you will end it all, remember, I am here for you, as are hundreds of others and think to yourself: “just one more chapter.” -
Moxx shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 9 months, 4 weeks agoLoneliness
Kristen MoxleyLoneliness slithers in
Like an unsuspecting snake
Coiled around my neck
Struggling to breathe
With nobody around
To save me
In a crowded room
I feel so alone
Everyone has someone
But no one has got me
Each night I come closer
To a planned death
Because loneliness kills
I don’t belong anywhere
I’m not needed nor wanted
So why even bother
I’ll drift away peacefully
Forgotten easily
And never remembered-
Kristen, I am so sad that you have ever felt this way. When you do, there are resources. I believe calling or texting 988 will connect you with a professional. You are an incredible human. And you are not alone. Sending you the biggest hug. <3 Lauren
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Hi Lauren – Thank you so much for your kind words! I know I’m not REALLY alone, but my brain likes to lie to me and tell me untrue stories. I was having a really hard time the night that I wrote that poem. Thank you for your kindness. You are an inspiration to me! ❤️
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Beautifully written. I think this piece of ART expresses a feeling that many of us are too afraid to admit. I’ve requested to be a pen pal with you. So that you never have to feel this way again.
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Awww, you are wonderful! I accepted your request and would love to be pen pals with you! I also think a lot of people feel this way. And hopefully, I’ve helped them to not feel so alone as well. Sending hugs and love! ❤️
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Benjamin Fuller shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 10 months agoOh Raven
Donald M. ClydeOh 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. -
Miracle Dixon shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 10 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Melinda Stone shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 10 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Amia shared a letter in the
To my younger self group 10 months, 3 weeks agoLove Always
A.M.A.Dear Inner Child,
So few memories of you, the remnants tarnished with your father’s anger or your cousin’s unwanted touch. It is so difficult to remember who we once were. I know your young soul grew tired too quickly; yet here you are. Persevering. Eight years past your first wish for death- an eternal sleep that could finally satisfy your weary soul. How inspiring you are to have kept going- kept fighting for the joy you know is out there.
I know you are tired. I know you don’t want to fight anymore, and I am ecstatic to tell you that all your hard work has finally paid off. You have built a community that nourishes your soul. Even on the sad days and throughout the disappointing moments of life, you have a collective around you ready to wrap you in their arms and shower you with affection until your smile once again lights up the room. Because you do. You light up every room you walk into. Your energy is so bright and magnetic. You draw people in with your glee. You have created a welcoming, loving, joyful environment that you so desperately wanted growing up. You are the peace you so desperately sought. You are the warmth and love your growing soul craved.
I am so proud of the independent, resilient, loving young woman you have grown into. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for holding on even if it wasn’t always for you. Thank you for giving yourself- for giving present me and future us- a chance at the happiness you dreamed of every night. If not for you- for the hope burning within you, we would not have this community. We would not be creating our own home. We would not be able to fall asleep in his arms, steal the covers in the morning, and come home to a kiss on the cheek and dinner on the table.
I know you are so sad that you had to fight so long and so hard for this unconditional love. I realize a part of you still wishes that you felt this love growing up. I know a part of you is still angry that you had to love yourself and drag yourself through the harsh hurdles of life because the parents who were supposed to be there to cushion the blows turned their backs on you, too busy with their petty bickering. I know a part of you is guilty of the anger you feel inside because you recognize the hurt inner child within them that was not as strong as you- not strong enough to cherish their happiness or love every part of themselves as I love you.
Most days you might not think so, but that is my favorite thing about you. No matter what feelings of disdain you may hold for another seemingly shitty person, you see their wounds. You see the inner child within throwing a tantrum and you know the pain they face whether they tell you or not. You are so emotionally intelligent. I understand you may be angry that you cannot be as cold-blooded and petty as your sisters, but you are the warmth that melts the icy exterior. You are the gentle helping hand that allows the angry inner children around you to open up and heal what they have bottled up and hidden away from themselves for so long. Without your emotional intelligence, without the unconditional love you have to offer, this world would be so much crueler. Why would you want to contribute to the pain when you can heal it? You may not have a green thumb or magical healing food, but you have a warm heart and listening ears. You have a way with words and with people that can open their eyes to new perspectives and happier endings. You are the guiding light in such a dark world. I could not be prouder to be anyone else but you.Love always,
Your Healing Self -
edizz submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 10 months, 4 weeks agoDear Younger self
Erin KittelstadI love the way you never give up. I love the way no matter how ruthless, mean, harsh kids were you never stopped being you. You never gave in and became a bully yourself. You always loved so hard with all your heart. You were always there for anyone and helped them to see the light out of the darkest times possible. You had such charisma and character always going above and beyond. You took the cards you were dealt and handled them.
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Erin, this is so sweet. Kids can be brutal and always speak their minds, regardless of who they are hurting by saying it. I am glad that you were resilient and didn’t let what others thought of you define who you are today. Great work!
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Thank you so much it’s taken a lot to not become cruel. People are so mean and most of all it’s a reflection of their own issues.
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Erin. you’re spot on about peoples cruelty as a reflection of their own issues. well, how they are handling and letting issues to get to them or control them. we all get to choose how we let something we experience alter us
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rabiah-annie submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 10 months, 4 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 10 months, 4 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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marissamaddox submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 10 months, 4 weeks agoMy Superpower
Marissa Maddox (@marissa_writes_)I used to be embarrassed
of my sensitivity, my feelings, my heart
I was made to feel ashamed,
like my softness was a weakness
But what I didn’t realize then
was that those who shamed me
felt threatened by my vulnerability
and my capacity to feel
because that was a weakness of their own
Either because they could not understand
what it was like to feel so deeply
Or because they did not know how to respond
to something so profound
Or because they were unable to sit
in the discomfort of vulnerability
Whatever the reason,
it was always their problem-
not mineMy vulnerability, my capacity to feel, my softness,
and my unapologetic need
to express what’s in my heart
This is my strength,
my superpower,
my bulletproof vest
protecting me from regret
ensuring I always stay on the path
that’s intended for meSometimes it feels like a curse
to feel everything so deeply
and to be so painfully aware of it all
but I’ve learned to love this about myself
It’s rare, it makes me me
It lets me live my life in full color
I experience every single day to its full capacity
my senses always heightened
my heart sinking and swelling
countless times each day
I feel the entire spectrum of emotion
with burning intensity
all in one day
and I wouldn’t have it any other way
Anything else would feel
boring, dull, muted, incomplete
At least this way,
I get to feel and experience
every single thing
that life has in store for meMy heart, my sensitivity, my capacity to feel,
these things were never a weakness
I’ve just spent a lifetime surrounded
by people who did not understand my soul
but now I understand me
and that’s all I needVoting is closed
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Marissa, this is so sweet. Feeling things so deeply is a blessing, not a curse. Your emotional spectrum is just more diverse than others! Sensitivity is never a weakness, you just understand/interpret things in different ways than other people might! Understanding who you are can be a long journey, but I am glad that you have stayed true to…read more
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I love this!! :,) I’m glad that you were able to recognize that your sensitivity is your strength, not your weakness. I especially love that you refer to it as a superpower! Go you! <3
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