Lessons For My 11-year-old Self

Your dad loves you… even though he’s not around. Stop wishing mom would stop drinking. She won’t… but it’ll get better. Don’t lose your virginity. You’ll regret it in the morning. There will be plenty of time for boys. They don’t matter now. You’re going to feel like you can’t live without him; put the […]

Broken Vases and Bruised Faces – Poetry

9/14/17 Broken vases and bruised faces My mind’s racing… How the hell did we end up here My mind took a rest, granting my heart the wheel Unaware that she still wasn’t ready to steer They crashed, landing in love with the devil in disguise Charming guy. But then I noticed a shift in his […]

Who is GOD? – Journal Entry

5/17/19 10:11 AM Yesterday I had therapy. We discussed my feelings of emptiness and possible causes. We talked about if I believe I have purpose and what that purpose could be. Truth is I’m not sure what my purpose is. Sometimes it feels like I’m simply existing… like I have no meaning or value. We […]

Voices: Therapy is Not a Dirty Word

Originally posted on Heartbeat Indy:
By Jaila Macklin As a woman living with bipolar disorder and anxiety, my journey with therapy began at an early age. I was 11-years-old the first time my mother hauled me off to a therapist. My therapist was an elderly white woman whom I initially felt no connection with. I…

I Love Sundays

This morning I woke up and rolled over to the love of my life. I smiled once I realized it was Sunday; my favorite day of the week. I love Sunday because it’s the perfect day to reset while preparing for the week. I enjoy cleaning while my deep conditioner penetrates my hair. I’m able […]