I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and
I was a child, Seeking the guidance and warmth, That only a mother could give, But all I got was the cold stare of religious
You wanted perfect. I gave you perfect. Perfect beauty. Perfect body, smile, perfect graciousness. Perfect forgiveness, perfect decorum. Until one day I couldn’t smile. I
I’m pacing outside the psych ward. Back and forth. Chewing on my nails. One thought lingers on my mind. Should I walk in or go
Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash Depression has been the talk of social, political and Health conferences. However, the rate of stigma and misdiagnosis of
Depression as in many other disorders, is not a one size fits all. There are different types based on the time of episodes, the symptoms
It’s usually a beautiful sight seeing a mother and her baby, the love and happiness are visible in her eyes. The troubles she goes through,
I want to be free again, From all the guilt that he died that day, Free from the cold handcuffs, Free from the turmoil of
I am the portrait of strength. They say Rooted deep, a symbol of courage Bound to flourish, as I shield and provide As I guide
She stood by his grave, Words could not depict the pain she bore, He left her to face this cruel world, Alone. The choir melodiously