Almost There

I spent a fair share of the night re-re-re-reading my final proof of Let the Dark Speak, and I am so happy to say that barring any unforseen complications, the Paperback Version should go live on Amazon tonight!

Thank you all so much for following along with me, and having so much patience during the publishing process. I could not have done this without the support I’ve received from so many of you.

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Exciting News

The Kindle version of my book is now live on Amazon!

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If you’re more of a physical book kind of reader (like me,) you’ll still have to wait a bit for the final proof to be approved.

Here’s a little taste of what you’ll find in the book. đź–¤

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There are never places light can’t reach. Those of us who dwell in the dark must either thrive there, or strive towards the brightness that emanates from hope. Every hour you survive is proof you have immeasurable strength. Don’t ever give up. You are worth more to this world than your thoughts tell you. I will always be here to listen if you need it.

Poetry Collection | Whispers in the Dark

My previous nine posts have been a collection of poetry and prose focused on mental health called Whispers In The Dark. The feedback and outpouring of support from the community here have been nothing short of inspiring. Depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and addiction are all incredibly tough foes that many of us face on a daily basis. Suffering doesn’t have to be something we go through alone, and it certainly doesn’t have to happen in silence.

I use my writing as an outlet for dealing with the loss I’ve had in my life, and how it’s affected every facet of living. Putting words to some of the darkest feelings I’ve ever had helps me to cope, and allows me to face those issues head on. I spent the last two days searching for photos that I thought would visually accompany this collection best; I believe I’ve found those pictures. Feel free to use anything I post below in any way you want. All I ask for is that you credit me in one form or another.

Before I post them, I would like to share just one more thought.

Sometimes, a shoulder to lean on, or a ear to listen from a friend is enough. If we all take a moment out of our day to just ask someone how they are, and actually listen- well, sometimes that’s all it takes to give someone what they need to face the day. For the days when it isn’t, there are so many avenues to turn to for help.

If you or anyone you know is having a hard time, and is considering harming themselves please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255. There is always an answer. There is always a choice.

 

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Spiral

A dry heat emanates from every inch of bare skin,
as every pulse of your heart rattles behind your eyes.
Pain slides its twisted grip into your temples,
so you clench your jaw and wince once more.

A dull ache ascends from your shoulders to your neck,
while a palpable urge to combust burns in your ears.
Your mouth is devoid of moisture; arid and tepid;
your lips long to refrain from cracking any further.

Agony performs it’s haphazard routine,
so your eyelids grow weary of falling too low.
Still, restless, listless sleep washes over you,
and the turmoil of this spiral comes to an end.

 

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Spiral is one of nine poems that make up my Whispers in the Dark Collection, a collection focused on mental health. You can view the rest of the collection here.

Necessity

I sip and savor the delicacies of your bouquet,
a trist and dalliance in the light;
a fever and obsession in the dark.

You provoke the very bottom of my heart,
and scathe my insecurities
with false promises of grandeur.

I am all the better without you,
and yet I find your fragrance in every room;
a tempestuous beckoning to the edge.

I owe you not a glance,
yet I stare in your direction;
I am lost in this war of callous desires.

 

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Necessity is one of nine poems that make up my Whispers in the Dark Collection, a collection focused on mental health. You can view the rest of the collection here.

“You can only be as lost as your inability to look up.

Many of us fight battles daily with antagonists inside our minds that poke and prod us, and lead us to temptations. These voices in our heads are like fishermen, their reels and hooks casting out as far as possible to drag worldly evils within our scope. They pull these temptuous, terrible desires right up to our noses and force us to breathe of them. They block out all else, and make us live in our weaknesses. And at our weakest, they pull us in. They drown us in everything we fight against. We fail. We don’t just fail once. We repeat it. We become habitual failures. We succumb to our growing like of failure. It’s easier to fail, and people don’t look down on you too badly because, hey, they fail at things, too.
Stop.
Breathe.
Look around.
You’re not alone. We’re all here. We’re all failing at something. If we’re not failing, we’re not alive. Failure is a symptom of progression. It’s a marker on a road, one of hundreds of thousands, and you’re a runner, jogging past. Each marker is one more failure on the route to your destination. Each failure is one step closer to being better. And so, each failure gets harder to overcome.
Failure doesn’t want to be left alone. Failure is miserable, and miserable loves company. Failure and misery don’t want to let you go, and they don’t want to see you succeed.
So keep taking steps. Keep failing. Every now and then, look back at all those failures you were better than, and learn from them. Each failure will then make you a little better. Then one day, those failures won’t be hidden in the path ahead of you. They’ll be lying in the road, and you’ll be smart enough to step right over.