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A Poem I Wrote About Depression When I Was 14

First day of high school.

My Depression

What the hell has happened to me
I used to be full of energy
Now it’s all gone
It’s been taken away from me
By my depression
It bites my arm
But does me no harm physically
Nothing’s wrong with my body
Just my head
It’s taking over me
It’s telling me over and over
What’s going to happen eventually
I don’t want to think that now
I don’t know how this happened
How is this going to turn out
How is it going to be
I’m so sad
Yet so happy
I’m full of it
Yet so empty
People ask what’s wrong
I say nothing
Life is fine and dandy
I’m just a little sleepy
Maybe a bit moody
But I’ll be all right
Don’t mind me
And then I hear them say shit
About my attitude problem
I have none
But they think differently
Then I get angry…
And I walk away
I thought suicide was the only way
But I didn’t want to hurt anybody mentally
And it still haunts me
That I thought that way…

Haiku Mondays: Happy 4th of July Weekend


Ugly Bunny is
ready for July 4th, but
fireworks scare him.

We will keep him safe,
so he shouldn’t be worried.
“I am still worried.”



There’s nothing quite like
a good book in the summer.
I love Kate Mulgrew.

Her story renders
me simultaneously
heartbroken and glad.

Another Irish
American Catholic soul
who understands me.



The sunset is dope!
I want to dye my hair these
colors! That would rock!



I love s’mores so much
Turning marshmallows into
Fluff is very fun



July 4th weekend
Grilling burgers and hotdogs
And stuffing your face



Had a nice July
4th spending time with friends and
eating all the food.



Took time to “smell the
roses” this evening, except
it smelled like geese poop.

Haiku Mondays: Tornadoes, Same Sex Marriage, & More


Mass. tornado watch
“Laughable, man!” Kansans say.
Everyone calm down.


Hotdog pizza? Wow.
How much more gross can we get?
But ‘Merica, right?


Confederate flag
supporters belong in a
museum with the flag.


It’s about time that
same sex couples have the same
rights as straight couples.


Today we re-watched
True Detective season 1.
Onto season 2!


Always choose the stall
with the broken lock because
it’s always cleaner.


I started a joke,
but I couldn’t finish it.
I hurt too many

with my crass humor.
The audience dwindled and
I stood there alone,

trying to explain
that it was all just in fun.
It was all in love.

Haiku Mondays : Father’s Day Edition


I love my husband
Especially when he draws
He’s so talented



Therapy today.
Learning new strategies to
combat the crazy.



Almost late for work
two staties on the highway
no one will pass them.



I want to follow
the sunshine forever and
leave dark days behind.



Orange is the New
Black is consuming my life.
Nothing else to say

because I need to
get back to watching the show
4 episodes left!




Beautiful sunset
so fleeting. Birds chirp goodnight.
A warm memory.



Happy Father’s Day
to the best Dad in the world!
I love you so much!



By my Dad!

In response to the above haiku:


Beautifully done
Thoughtful, sincere, poetic-
Haiku. Made my day!


Written after I visited my him and my Mum last weekend:


Weekend with daughter
Time so fleeting – speed of light!
was “Interstellar”…

(We watched the movie Interstellar that weekend) :)

Haiku Mondays

I’ve started a new project to keep me writing, at least a little bit, each day.

I’m calling it #DailyHaiku.

Props to my friend Melissa for reminding me recently how much I love haiku. She and I, along with several others I went to high school with, wrote silly haiku (that’s the plural version of the word) during drama club rehearsal. We recently had this “OMG remember that?!” moment on Facebook, and it made me contemplate haiku again.

For those not familiar, haiku is a form of Japanese verse that is written in 17 syllables divided into three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. I wouldn’t normally explain this, because my background in English and journalism makes it seem pretty obvious, but this week I realized it isn’t obvious to some who don’t possess a little background in poetry and verse.

Each week I plan to share my week’s worth of haiku, in case you happened to miss them on my social media pages during the week. My goal is to portray my life as is – the funny moments, happy moments, things I struggle with, and more.

Here are my haiku from the past week. I hope you enjoy.



Rain, a loving sound
bringing life to the weary
leaves and green to graves



The birds are confused.
Is it winter or summer?
Should we fly elsewhere?



I don’t mind traffic.
More time to sing in the car
and enjoy the sun.



Some days are harder
You try to forget it all
Then you remember



If you go visit
Plymouth you don’t need to see
the rock. This is it.



My brother hates me
and will never forgive me.
He never loved me.

How could he if it’s
so easy to write me off?
I wish him the best

even though it hurts
like hell and I feel as though
I’m a bag of trash

thrown out without a
second thought by him. I guess
that’s what I deserve.



Not many people
understand the battle scars
from wars of the mind.

That is why you learned
to be so entertaining;
so you could hide them.

But there comes a time
when you can’t hide anymore
or laugh them away.

It gets exhausting
to put on a show each day.
And people will leave

because they like the
show and not you. You wonder
who the hell you are

behind the curtain.
But others who are backstage
have known all along.


Throwback Poetry: In Honor of Emily Dickinson’s 184th Birthday


Wednesday (Dec. 10th) was Emily Dickinson’s 184th birthday.

Dickinson’s poetry was introduced to me when I was 12 years old. I wrote poems here and there, mostly about nature. My poems reminded my Dad of Emily Dickinson’s poems. He bought me a book of her poetry and we also went to the local library to check out a biography about her.

She quickly became one of my favorite poets. She also happens to be from my home turf of Massachusetts, living the majority of her life in Amherst, Mass., where I went to college. I was fascinated to learn what a gentle and introverted soul she was, more than likely dealing with what is now recognized as agoraphobia and depression.

Dickinson spent much of her life observing the world from her bedroom window and through letters from friends and family. I am constantly amazed at how perceptive and brilliant she was amid her limited resources. She gave birth to American poetry at the same time as Walt Whitman did, perhaps without knowledge of Whitman’s work.


Emily inspired me to continue writing poetry, gaining inspiration from the trees, the birds, the ocean, and all of the beautiful things nature offers.

Here are a few of these poems. I was about 12-13 when I wrote them.

In This Lovely Forest

Today I danced with butterflies
talked to the river
visited flowers
flew up to the sky
running through clouds
and climbed a tree
in this lovely forest.

having a friendly conversation with me
They said:
“The world is beautiful,
and everything in the world is beautiful.”
And I agree with them.

Flowers Are Pretty (Haiku)

Flowers are pretty
These bloom only in the Spring
Soon it will be Fall

The Light of Day

The sun sets on my heart
Leaving it in darkness
I hear you and the sun rises
I see you
Your face is the light of day


The ocean takes a deep breath
and Exhales
with its marvelous strength
and it’s horrible breath
onto the rocks
who have drowned every high tide.
The water breathes me in
swallows me whole
and I am no more.

On another note, remember when there was only one known photo of Emily Dickinson (above, at age 16)? According to the official Emily Dickinson Facebook page, there is now another!

The following photo was released in 2012 by Amherst College Archives and Special Collections and the Emily Dickinson Museum, in Amherst, Mass. It shows a copy of a circa 1860 daguerreotype purported to show a 30-year-old Emily Dickinson (left), with her friend Kate Scott Turner.


HOW AWESOME IS THAT?! (Okay, I’m a nerd.) The frumpy civil war era hairstyle is unfortunate, but I am so glad we now have evidence of a much older, mature, and beautiful Emily Dickinson. Yay!