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April 26, 2020
Victim or Valedictorian?
When I was born my mother said it rained harder than ever before. The skies welcomed me with storms, lightning danced in my eyes like a grandmother's smile. My father...
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March 16, 2020
Stay Healthy My Friends
It's no secret that the world has changed a little in the past few weeks. The markets are crashing, sports are cancelled, you can't go to Lululemon anymore to pretend...
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January 29, 2020
NVSN Let's Feel
As I drove back home this afternoon, one of Kanye's best tracks of all time, Fade, came on shuffle. While this song has absolutely nothing to do with this post,...
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November 1, 2018
A Summary
So, we turned 2 today. It's crazy to think NVSN is where it is within such a short period of time, but life right? What started as a tiny dream to...
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June 24, 2018
True Colours
"I currently write about mental health because I struggle with mine. I write about mental illness because of the emotions that are thrust upon me. I try to take the pain that I feel, and turn it into beauty. I also write about mental illness because it’s a tough thing to explain. But when you listen to songs about depression, or anxiety you get that feeling of “hey that’s me”or “I can relate”. So why not do it with poetry as well. My goal is really just explaining how I feel. Writing helps me calm down, think things through, and understand what’s going on in my life."
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May 16, 2018
Wednesday to Friday
She looked down at her phone. Missed call. She knew it was her mom, wondering what time she’d be home, if she wanted a ride. She ignored it. Tonight was...
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May 10, 2018
The Loudest Silence
Everyday, people experience a series of “downs” that are often described as feelings of depression. Heartbreak. Loss. Betrayal. These times can put you in a place that, in the moment,...
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May 7, 2018
Me & U(niversity)
Bags in hand I looked at my school and I had high hopes for living alone, for being alone, for figuring out who I am, only to end up sitting...
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