I have always been upfront about the struggles I went through. I'm not one to shy away from talking about it because we need to discuss the things that make us.
I lost my dad back in 2009. I was in a horrible place. I stopped caring about school, I couldn't cope to the extent that I began to suffer Insomnia and Depression. My dad was my person. A close friend of mine told me about To Write Love On Her Arms, that organization (back in MySpace days) was one thing that helped me realize I needed help.
In March, I reached out to a few close friends of mine in hopes of publishing an anthology. Just Breathe Anthology was born.
Each author was given a choice in a mental illness or mental disorder that they wanted to write about. Abuse, Addiction, Anxiety, Depression, Eating Disorders, Erotomania, Grief, Insomnia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Mandela Effect, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Self-harm, Split Personality, and Suicide.
The cover won't be revealed until sometime late September.
Release is scheduled for October 15, 2018.
GR link: http://bit.ly/JustBreatheGR
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From Ashes to Ashes, and dusk to dusk, there are those that Cocoon themselves in the Little Lies they tell.
When the Wreckage keeps them Awake at night, they see the Sickness In The Sunrise.
When their minds run through the Unbearable and Forbidden Sorrows. Until one day they find the thing that keeps them Grounded.
All while others feel the Hostile Takeover of their lives. The constant Loops and The Rows of Tattered Pieces and fragments that plague them. Sometimes those can’t be Purged, driving them to the Edge of Madness.
**All proceeds from the anthology will benefit To Write Love on Her Arms. TWLOHA is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide**
Little Lies is my story.
I chose self-harm.
No one knows the lies I tell.
I tell them so well even to myself.
One swipe of the blade across my skin and I feel alive, I can finally breathe.
I don't need it, I can stop anytime I chose. See I told another little lie.