(As seen on Writers Of Elysian) I remember being there. Visiting my youngest sister in her room. Even with the vibrant colors decorating the bed, I could still feel the stone cold walls of her confinement. Seating myself against the wall, I called her over to pin her long, thin black hair into her favorite … Continue reading Are We Ready?
Hello my fellow readers, I know that it’s been a very long time since you’ve heard anything from me and I wanted to let you, as my readers, know what’s been happening in my little corner of the writing world, what to expect, look forward to, and exciting news. But, before I go on, if … Continue reading New season, New stuff
“Natalie! Please! Make it stop, it hurts to much!” my phone read as the screen illuminated, thus throwing shadows against my wall and near my bed. Still awake, my eyes struggled to focus on the text notification in my blackened bedroom. After a few minutes of talking to my friend, giving the best encouragement I … Continue reading When “Yes Lord” means a trial
Five years. I’ve grown up alot since I was diagnosed with autism at the age of 19. I’ve grown in some areas of communication, organization, speaking for myself, etc. but in others, I still struggle. I still feel lost and out of control at times. Of course, that is probably because I was officially diagnosed … Continue reading The Last Five Years
“Mirror mirror, mirror on the wall Tellin those lies, pointing out your flaws That isn’t who you are That isn’t who you are It might be hard to hear, but let me tell you dear If you can see what I can see, I know that you would believe That isn’t who you are There’s … Continue reading You are Priceless
America had it right years ago But its in the history books, that's as far as we know Now things have changed Teens, are told to not be challenged What would happen? If we took an empty book and cracked it open? Filled a page, or so it may seem Our society, it sounds so … Continue reading Doing Things Hard
Seasons come, seasons go America's grown, that we know But she's forgotten Forgotten our past The past we need to remember Our past there in `92, When Chris sailed the ocean blue. The Pilgrims who landed on Plymouth Rock, For them it was a shock. Since they survived the winter `20, We now have a … Continue reading Our Father’s Voice
I still remember it. Being on Facebook one day and a video of a little girl popped up on my screen with a "status update" from the Do Hard Things page. "Time for a pep talk" it read. Curious, I clicked on it and the clip came to life. There she was, a little girl … Continue reading Failing and Falling
I had originally written this piece four years ago this June, and I found it last night...hope you enjoy my early attempt at writing One day, I was doing my personal Bible study while listening to Lecrae which was something I had never done before. Now for those of you who had never heard … Continue reading What’s the problem?
This piece was written by a Rebelutionary friend of mine, Rachel Joy. I end here. Here in this Holy place, Here in the Holy of Holies. I'm done with the ways of me. I'm tired of being myself. I've nothing left of me. I'm done with being obsessed with myself. Lord, this is where I … Continue reading Where I end
