Growing up wasn't all rosie for me. I faced my own share of self-inflicted and circumstantial hurdles. As a child, I often dreamt of a life a lot simpler and easier. A life where no one would know pain or question their worth, I soon realized that such a life is just a fantasy. I've… Continue reading Chapter 3
Author: Laura Bingoto
Common chain of thought; okay smile don't let them worry, when asked say "I'll be fine" Mask your inability to write, something you once found pleasure in. Hide your new developed sense of hopeless, remember don't make them worry... Keep it to yourself, no one wants to deal with expressions of emotional distress. The world… Continue reading Avoidance
Dear 25 year old me
You took a gamble and gave hope other shoot, left everything that seemed promising to return to a place that left you wondering if you were fit to function. Whenever I look at you, I see a young woman trying to defy the odds. I see a person trying to exercise her fully functioning prefrontal… Continue reading Dear 25 year old me
Sitting on my bed thinking about life and how things work. I can't help but wonder if we'll all go through similar experiences at some point in our lives. Will we all experience loneliness? loneliness so deep that you can't pin point when it started. Will we all experience confusion? The inability to distinguish life's… Continue reading Open book
Life, something we can never fully prepare for. Like many, I had to learn the hard way, not so great choices weighing on my conscious. If only there was a manual to prepare you for all this. Maybe there is, I just didn't have the privilege to have access to it. See life is very… Continue reading Manual
Dear 30 year old self
I've been meaning to write to you, but haven't had the strength to. See a few years ago things got really tough, random feelings of hopelessness that just wouldn't go away. I hope you aren't feeling that too. I want to believe that you are in a better place, that everything is making alot more… Continue reading Dear 30 year old self
Sexual objectification: Can we objectify ourselves?
This is a topic I particularly struggle with; should I post this picture? What message am I sending? Does this align with my brand? If you are like me, born and raised in a relatively conservative household, I am sure you ask yourself the same questions. I had an encounter yesterday at the mall that… Continue reading Sexual objectification: Can we objectify ourselves?
Stages of pain
Going through the motions, internalized emotions, fueling not so accurate perceptions, This all happening to her, hidden thoughts of is this real, maybe it is all true, I must have done this to myself. Going through it emotionally displaying through physically expression known to the common tongue as tears, The sudden surge of unexplainable most… Continue reading Stages of pain
This marks 27 years of your absence, I've learned to attach the memory of you to aspects I can touch and feel, sometimes it works wonders other not so much. Those who love you are are still going through the pain, Those who love you are still feeling the aches, Those who remember I've learn… Continue reading So long